29 Chimera Court, Monday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

There was a new model show on. A new Model Show.

Like hell Deadpool was gonna be anywhere but parked in front of the television and watching it. "I KNOW THAT GUY."

Oh he was a a giant teenage girl. BUT THERE WERE MODELS. HE NEEDED THIS.

[[Open for phone calls and roomies]]

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[berserkerminsc]

There was a model show on. New models to sacrifice to the goddess! This called for...well, a call.

So Minsc took about five minutes to very dramatically punch in a few numbers to reach the other person he knew for sure would be watching this.

[mouthy_merc]

"This better be good, I'm watching bitchy models."

[berserkerminsc]

"HULLO, SIR DEADPOOL!" said Minsc, happily, yelling because you had to yell on the phone. "I AM WATCHING THEM, TOO. IT LOOKS LIKE A GOOD BUNCH TO BE SACRIFICED THIS TIME! NONE OF THEM SEEM TOO EMACIATED."

[mouthy_merc]

"THEY'RE ACTUALLY KINDA MEATY, YEAH. WHO DO YOU THINK'LL MAKE IT?"

[nofatjokes]

Fred, on the other hand, was staring at the TV feeling a little dirty inside.

"Boy, you watch some weird ass shows," he said.

[mouthy_merc]

"I'm not putting on Paula Deen and her butter off," Deadpool informed him. "Models are fun and wholesome."

[nofatjokes]

"I... like Paula Deen," Fred grumbled. "She's not damn malnourished like these little punks."

[mouthy_merc]

"You like food. We can watch your channel of culinary porn tomorrow."