Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Sunday Morning
There were certain things that meant it was Sunday morning in this household that Deadpool was a part of only by virtue of having people move into his house when he wasn't there. AGAIN.
Coffee? Check.
Overly sugary cereal? Check.
Small child watching a show about a talking dog? Check.
"Ya know, this isn't even decent for the parents to watch. Can'tcha pick something with more subtle humor that I'll enjoy and have to explain to you when you're older and then you'll be horrified that there was that joke in a beloved childhood show?" Deadpool asked.
Jan gave him a look she probably learned from Cable before turning back to the TV. "My TV time."
She was evil.
[[For the guy who lives there]]
Coffee? Check.
Overly sugary cereal? Check.
Small child watching a show about a talking dog? Check.
"Ya know, this isn't even decent for the parents to watch. Can'tcha pick something with more subtle humor that I'll enjoy and have to explain to you when you're older and then you'll be horrified that there was that joke in a beloved childhood show?" Deadpool asked.
Jan gave him a look she probably learned from Cable before turning back to the TV. "My TV time."
She was evil.
[[For the guy who lives there]]