25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Evening
"Alright men." One of the penguins chirped. "Flightless water fowl," He corrected himself.
Deadpool surveyed his little army of weetiny penguins, spread out on the couch and since he was on the couch as well, they were also on him. He was planning on turning them into an elite killing squad to unleash upon any students who sassed him. He hated getting sassed.
(Sassed. Sassy sassy sassed. It's a fun word.)
"This." He gestured toward the television, all of the little penguin heads turned to follow his hand. "Is America's Next Top Model. Through the magic of TiVo, we can watch it tonight."
One made a small confused noise at the TV.
"No, I don't understand why Janice left either."
There was a sad little cheep in reply.
"We can make mean comments if it makes you feel better."
Deadpool surveyed his little army of weetiny penguins, spread out on the couch and since he was on the couch as well, they were also on him. He was planning on turning them into an elite killing squad to unleash upon any students who sassed him. He hated getting sassed.
(Sassed. Sassy sassy sassed. It's a fun word.)
"This." He gestured toward the television, all of the little penguin heads turned to follow his hand. "Is America's Next Top Model. Through the magic of TiVo, we can watch it tonight."
One made a small confused noise at the TV.
"No, I don't understand why Janice left either."
There was a sad little cheep in reply.
"We can make mean comments if it makes you feel better."