For Hire; Wednesday, Fourth Period [ 07/25 ].
"Today," Deadpool started class with a somewhat disturbing level of glee in his voice, and there was about to be a gratutious amount of finger waggling going on in his upcoming display of teacherly prowess, "we're talking about one of my favorite topics, crushing your enemies between your little for hire fingers like peanuts or acorns or that goopy Gak stuff. You remember Gak? I think there's still Gak in my carpet, and that was the nineties..."
From the corner of the room where she was reclined with her feet up on a desk, Samus cleared her throat.
"Right," Deadpool focused, "class. Crushing your opponents. As mercs and hunters, you get to do a lot of that, and the better you do, the more people want to hire you. There are all sorts of ways to crush your enemies. Personally, I find that stabbing them enough works. Or letting their own hubris blow them up on their fancy islands. Their fancy, fancy islands. And Samus, here, she just goes and blows up planets."
Samus nodded, lifting up her gunarm, which glowed blue with the buzz of potential world annihilation and xenocide; some things didn't change, whether you were corrupted by Phazon overload or not.
"She's so cute," Deadpool cooed with admiration. "So now it's your turn. Let's just say we're about to hire you to go out and destroy various and sundry rebels and freedom fighters and freedom fries and freedom what-have-yous. How are you going to do it? Stabbing, blowing up island, and blowing up planets is already taken, too. Come up with something original, geez."
[[ ocd on the way up! ]]
From the corner of the room where she was reclined with her feet up on a desk, Samus cleared her throat.
"Right," Deadpool focused, "class. Crushing your opponents. As mercs and hunters, you get to do a lot of that, and the better you do, the more people want to hire you. There are all sorts of ways to crush your enemies. Personally, I find that stabbing them enough works. Or letting their own hubris blow them up on their fancy islands. Their fancy, fancy islands. And Samus, here, she just goes and blows up planets."
Samus nodded, lifting up her gunarm, which glowed blue with the buzz of potential world annihilation and xenocide; some things didn't change, whether you were corrupted by Phazon overload or not.
"She's so cute," Deadpool cooed with admiration. "So now it's your turn. Let's just say we're about to hire you to go out and destroy various and sundry rebels and freedom fighters and freedom fries and freedom what-have-yous. How are you going to do it? Stabbing, blowing up island, and blowing up planets is already taken, too. Come up with something original, geez."
[[ ocd on the way up! ]]