Tonight Deadpool was not watching models. No, instead he was watching Dirty Jobs and wondering if he ought to raise fainting goats. They'd be a great distraction in a fight
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Wade shot up immediately, looking around the room for whatever said that. Just Max and Wade was relatively certain he couldn't talk. Not unless he was secretly like that stupid dinosaur that nubile bit of jailbait Kitty Pryde always lugged around.
In which case, he would have to go. No stupid talking sidekicks for him, thank you very much. Wasn't in his contract.
After a moment he lay back down, not relaxed but not as tense as before.
Wade blinked a few times, looking from the TV to the remote in his hand. Then back at the TV.
Remote, TV, remote... Oh, you get the point.
He switched it back to Dirty Jobs, glancing around the room again for that damn voice. If Nate's... disappearance- (He's a Summers, those guys never actually die.) -was going to give him a nervous breakdown, he as going to be so upset.
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In which case, he would have to go. No stupid talking sidekicks for him, thank you very much. Wasn't in his contract.
After a moment he lay back down, not relaxed but not as tense as before.
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What followed was the strangest sense of disappointment. "... rosie ... fire ..."
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Remote, TV, remote... Oh, you get the point.
He switched it back to Dirty Jobs, glancing around the room again for that damn voice. If Nate's... disappearance- (He's a Summers, those guys never actually die.) -was going to give him a nervous breakdown, he as going to be so upset.
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