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The incorrigible Deadpool woke from a deep, deep, deep slumber.
Well, actually, it really wasn't very deep. It just sounds more epic that way.
It was a rather frightening dream Wade Wilson had. In Myself's dream, there was lot's of cotton candy and jolliness. Which, wasn't so bad. That was, until the monster came. The dreaded evil monster, the great bulky evil one that devoured people from the island!
Deadpool just knew, if that evil monster were to eat him, it would suck him off of the island forever. The only way to escape was to wake up from his viciously deep slumber, and that is in fact what Myself did. Of course, in hindsight, Deadpool wondered why he wanted to escape the monster. What was so awful about leaving such a dreary isle?
Then again, he wouldn't be able to frollick with friendly faces like Reese and Dawn anymore! And, oh, how Myself loved to chat with them endlessly.
Wade jumped down from the roof where he had been hanging like a bat in order to sleep. Or, at least, that would've been really cool if he had. Instead he only found himself wandering the compound, and he wound up in the kitchen.
Well, it SEEMED like a kitchen. Could've been a bathroom. But, no, Deadpool was pretty sure it was the kitchen. Either that or common cuisine choice of the average Joe and Joette has changed slightly since the last time he passed out.
Deadpool rubbed his chin through his costume, curiously looking for something to do or someone to talk to.
Well, actually, it really wasn't very deep. It just sounds more epic that way.
It was a rather frightening dream Wade Wilson had. In Myself's dream, there was lot's of cotton candy and jolliness. Which, wasn't so bad. That was, until the monster came. The dreaded evil monster, the great bulky evil one that devoured people from the island!
Deadpool just knew, if that evil monster were to eat him, it would suck him off of the island forever. The only way to escape was to wake up from his viciously deep slumber, and that is in fact what Myself did. Of course, in hindsight, Deadpool wondered why he wanted to escape the monster. What was so awful about leaving such a dreary isle?
Then again, he wouldn't be able to frollick with friendly faces like Reese and Dawn anymore! And, oh, how Myself loved to chat with them endlessly.
Wade jumped down from the roof where he had been hanging like a bat in order to sleep. Or, at least, that would've been really cool if he had. Instead he only found himself wandering the compound, and he wound up in the kitchen.
Well, it SEEMED like a kitchen. Could've been a bathroom. But, no, Deadpool was pretty sure it was the kitchen. Either that or common cuisine choice of the average Joe and Joette has changed slightly since the last time he passed out.
Deadpool rubbed his chin through his costume, curiously looking for something to do or someone to talk to.