The Park, Sunday Evening

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Glinda had been out for a walk around the park when the small green thing, carrying a tub of detergent, emerged from the bushes, bit her on the ankle, and then deposited the washing powder in her hands

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[mouthy_merc]

She was just lucky that Deadpool was in a mellow mood.

Okay, not so mellow he didn't stop for this. "...are you selling things?"

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"Yes!" Billy Glinda replied, very loudly. She began gesticulating wildly. "Only the greatest cleaning product in the world! It whitens whites and brightens brights! It won't ruin your darks! And if you call now, I'll throw in another container for free!"

[mouthy_merc]

"Will it clean blood and or other fluids that come from various beasties when ya stab 'em?" Deadpool asked, taking a careful step back to avoid the waving hands.

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Blink. But only a moment passed and she was back into her momentum. "Yes! Just take a handful-" which she did- "and add it to some water and make a paste! Leave it on the stain and like magic, it washes out! Call now!"

She was like a broken record, really. A loud, broken, record.