018 - Good Times Are Not the Ones You Want

[mercwamouth]

[It's a Deadpool! And he's in a good mood again? Why? Because he's in a small bed of wads of cash! Upon closer inspection, you might notice that all of the bills are $20's. There's a reason for that. Anyway, he's just layin', makin' money angels.]

[Where'd this come from? Check for that movie finally clear?]

Weren't you paying attention?

[I was on the can.]

On the can? You're my sub-conscious!

[Sub-sub-conscious.]

Whatever. Suffice it to say, I finally got paid.

Comments

[mercwamouth]

Good. Bad. I'm the guy with the gun.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

Ooh...! But nee nee what is a gun, gero? What is it?

[mercwamouth]

[Without a seconds hesitation, he whips out a pistol and fires a bullet juuust in front of our little red friend.]

That.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[Alright, Amane is too scared to move. So he just froze on the spot.]

...

Oh...

[mercwamouth]

So what's your deal exactly?

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[Answer is late a few minutes, he needs to get through the shock to talk.]

My deal, gero...? Deal? Nee, I think I don't know... gero! What's your deal, hm hm?

[mercwamouth]

OK, so you're just an annoying talking frog.

I'm a mercenary. Thought I mentioned it in the expository name-dropping part.