[Voice]

[4thwallcansukmy]

Hey there, fellow prisoners, feebs, and dweebs. This is your local residential Merc with a Mouth speaking. The sensation of slaughteration, Deadpool. Now, I’ve been noticing you guys got quite a bit of baddies on your hands here. Oh yeah, I see all those filtered entries you’re making. Don’t want the big bad boogymen to know you’re meeting up with

Comments

[earthrumblegod]

Stink bombs sound like a good time. How much stink do you get? [Actually, all of this sounds like it's right up Sokka's alley. She's going to try to corner him somewhere about it if he hasn't heard it yet.]

[4thwallcansukmy]

'Pends on how much stink ya want. I can make somethin' that'll turn a nice Febreeze smelling home into a garbage dump if ya gimme a minute.

[earthrumblegod]

Sweeeet. Those'll be awesome for a prank war. What do you want for them?

[4thwallcansukmy]

Hmm. [Let's see. He could just charge a favor anyway. I mean, sure he might get scammed, but he'd rather get scammed over some stinkbombs then him having to risk an arm and a leg-- literally-- to fight some local villain... buuut]

Know what? You're in luck 'cause you managed to catch me in one of my oh so rare gift giving moods. I'll letcha have a few stinkies for free to start, but if ya want any after that ya owe me. Deal?

I DIDN'T CHANGE MY MIND A DAY LATER SHUT UUUUP!

[4thwallcansukmy]

...

Actually you seem like a responsible enough little chillen. I'll go ahead and give you as many as you need to get the job done.

YEAH YOU TOTALLY DID BUT THAT'S BETTER FOR ME

[earthrumblegod]

Ha haaa, sweet. Where do I pick 'em up?

[4thwallcansukmy]

Well not my crib. If chicks see you coming there, they might think I'm your Dad or something. How about the weapons shop? T'seems fitting.