There's a guy what needs deadening to deaden.

[wadewilson]

It's not often Wade Wilson goes out in public without the mask, but this is one of the few times he's not been hired for style. Instead, he's likely been hired because he looks like a misbegotten freak, which makes him perfectly suited for venturing into the Big Apple sewers. They've got Morlocks down here, who are some of the ugliest sad sacks

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[blonsky]

The first person he comes across is no Morlock, and no derelict. Possibly not even human as the heavy thuds start, with a loud, repetitive slosh through the muck.

As big as these sewers are, he still barely fits in them.

[wadewilson]

Now that's disturbing. Instinctively, he clenches up, remembering just how hard the Hulk hits, and not wanting to test this guy's strength.

As much as it pains him not to chat this monster up... he remembers the plan. He doesn't say a word.

Casually walking in his general direction - maybe he knows where he's going.

[blonsky]

It's not long before the behemoth stops.

[wadewilson]

Wilson stops a step or two behind him.

[marvel_citizens]

They came rather quickly upon a bum crouched on a large sewer pipe, at a juncture between several large tunnels, clothes ratty and several sizes too big, a knobbled hat pulled over his head.

"What are you looking for?" His voice was quiet, calm, as if he was expecting them or at least expecting somebody.

[wadewilson]

Wade plays up the hideousness of his face as suddenly there's someone else here.

"Somewhere to be safe..." he responds, before looking up to the big green monster.

[blonsky]

The monster just looms. Only a hint of a look in his eye that indicates he's not one concerned with his own safety, given his power.

[marvel_citizens]

"I was asking the both of you."

[wadewilson]

Wade's eyes open wide as he looks over this... Sewer Paradise.

"Oookay..." he says, obviously taken aback a bit.

"So... how are you exploiting them?"

[blonsky]

Emil even finds himself surprised by what this boy has been able to achieve.

His face doesn't betray it, but the same question is on his mind.

[blonsky]

Which has to be a lie.

"How are disputes mediated?"

Fools always eventually turn on their neighbors.