Deadpool was not half asleep.

That would be silly.

No, he was completely asleep in his chair, feet up on his desk, chair precariously tilted back on the back two legs. It could only end badly for him.

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Talk of a certain spy NFB please!]]

It was Thanksgiving.

And Deadpool had a vat of hot oil ready for some frying.

This can't end well for anyone.

At least he wasn't wearing a pilgrim costume, though. That would get awkward. Not to mention it was insanely flammable.

Wee OCD!