Long time, no stalk.

[wadewilson]

"I left my legs in South Kentuckyyyyy...
Splattered on a road...
They call to me..."Turned out to be much easier to just swipe a replica from the Smithsonian and pass it off to Fisk as the real deal. Runs fine, Fisk doesn't care, and the man in Japan won't have a clue

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[bastard_black]

Oh. That's a voice he recognizes, but not one he's happy to hear. Tom grabs his shillelagh and puts down the letter he'd found on the counter - Eamon had either not read it yet or left it out, he wasn't sure. Tom's not altogether sure he's comfortable with Theresa's sudden absence. She'd seemed a bit troubled but this was too sudden for him not to suspect foul play.

Deadpool's appearance did little to change that suspicion.

"You have two seconds to give me a good explanation why you're in my house."

[wadewilson]

Yeesh, talk about a bait and switch.

"Well, if'n it ain't the Blackguard Tom Blackguiddy. Last I checked, this wasn't anywhere NEAR your place, O Tommy Boy, which was spread-eagle underneath Juggernaut."

There's an instant shudder.

"Oh, lawdy, I even grossed myself out with that one... ex-squeeze me while I puke my pants..."

[bastard_black]

"Please." The shillelagh lights up, Tom fists tighten a bit. That really shouldn't get under his skin as much as it does. "Last I checked, this was Cassidy Keep, not Repulsive Lunatic Keep. You still haven't told me why you're here."

Why would he be here? Theresa. "She's not here, by the way. Maybe she was worried you'd try and pay her a visit?"

[wadewilson]

"Or maybe she was worried you'd show up to try to fuck up her twenties as much as you fucked up her teens, Monsignor Maple Nuts. Or maybe you want to cut off her hand and graft it to your forehead with your Cosmic Rod there. Or maybe you just want to try to kill her father again like you got her mother killed, for old time's sake."