Office of the Vice Principal, Friday
Something was off today, but Deadpool couldn't quite put his finger on it. No, it wasn't the lovely weather or the fact that he was wearing new underwear.
He put his feet up on a set of suitcases labeled: 'HOMICIDAL TENDENCIES', 'WANTS TO DIE', 'CALLING IT A SKIN CONDITION IS BEING KIND' and 'CANCERCANCERNCANCER'. Then, after relaxing, he hought long and hard on the matter for just a little while longer. Maybe it was the new detergent he'd gotten. His mask did smell like an field of freshly bloomed flowers...
Tapping his fingers on a case labeled 'IS WRITTEN BY DANIEL WAY', he sighed. "I'm sure there's somethin' different..."
[[I HADTA. OPEN, SURE.]]
He put his feet up on a set of suitcases labeled: 'HOMICIDAL TENDENCIES', 'WANTS TO DIE', 'CALLING IT A SKIN CONDITION IS BEING KIND' and 'CANCERCANCERNCANCER'. Then, after relaxing, he hought long and hard on the matter for just a little while longer. Maybe it was the new detergent he'd gotten. His mask did smell like an field of freshly bloomed flowers...
Tapping his fingers on a case labeled 'IS WRITTEN BY DANIEL WAY', he sighed. "I'm sure there's somethin' different..."
[[I HADTA. OPEN, SURE.]]