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]

Osborn's a freakin' billionaire, so he's got plenty left, but I've already cleaned out dozens of ATMs. Gets a little tedious after a while.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Well, perhaps I can help with that...?

[mercwamouth]

...Huh?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

If it's so tedious, I'd be happy to help. Well, for a small cut, of course.

[mercwamouth]

1) I trust you less than I'd trust a narcoleptic bus driver.

2) Pretty sure a bank card from my reality won't do much good in your reality.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[frowns] It was worth the attempt. You needn't be so rude.

[mercwamouth]

I needn't and yet it feels good.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[rolls her eyes] Boorish brute.

[mercwamouth]

Stuck-up bitch.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

How eloquent.