Well! Bing was pretty much hooked up to my browser when I opened it so…whatever. It got the job done and I’m not about to be picky.
DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DEADPOOL
DA DA DA DA DA DA DA TACO
DEADPOOL
TACO
DEADPOOL
TACO
SPIDEYPOOL
SPIDEYPOOL
SPIDEYPOOL
TACO
I am British I whisper as I purposely spell words with U’s.
I AM AMERICAN I SHOUT AS I DEEP FRY MY FREEDOM.
(Source: mspadfooted)
“Is it un-American to want to blow up the Whitehouse too? But I mean- Come on! I’d do in in America’s name!”
“You should be committed. Not jail. An insane asylum. That’s where you belong, Wade. You know that?”
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Well hey there! My name’s Wanda, and I’m totally not
(not)going to throw grenades at you. You’re pretty spesh around here, so it’s nice to finally catch you hanging around.
Er…um…thank you? I think.
It’s nice to be noticed. 
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“Hey there. I’m Elsa Bloodstone and I… I need to come with a good title or description of myself but I can’t be bothered.
Pleasure to meet you, I’m sure.”
“I…um…hi. I’m Peter. Broke college student with a camera.” Yup. Not his best selling point. 
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“Gonna take them all.”
“Good. Cause I’m not eating tacos on the Fourth of July. It’s un-American.”
“Uhh. Walking? Taking a stroll and thinking about the wonderful factors of life.”
He was obviously lying. Since when is life something to think about? It’s not, well, not to him anyway. He smiled under his mask, at least glad he wasn’t told to bugger off- not yet.
“Delusional?? Wow- probably the best compliment I’ve gotten today! Buddy, pal, tell me. You think we’re buds, right?”
“Er….right.” The teen said, glancing to the other.
Pete rolled his eyes under his mask. Sliding down a single thread, he threw some webbing towards the other’s mouth. That was just about all the Deadpool he could handle for one evening.
Missed. He really hated Wade sometimes.
“Ugh….if I say yes, will you stop talking?”“Oh- haha! Come on Spidey you never want me to shut up, I’m that much of a comedian!”
Maybe not, but he loves listening to himself, that much is the truth. He laughed to himself after the webbing missed, and took a step forward, looking at him with a sarcastic expression underneath.
“Mmmm no can do buddy. This mouth is running 24/7, free of charge. Y’know what though? I reckon I should get paid for what I say.
Have my own show, hell I’ll call it Pain Factor!!”
Although though it was obnoxious working with someone who talked incessantly about the stupidest of things, Wade’s laugh generally wasn’t that of a psychotic mercenary.
“I’ll bite. Why is it called, Pain Factor?” Pete asked, thinking that it sounded much like Fear Factor. A popular show in the late nineties.
Pete’s in his web again, lazily glancing down at the other. It was pretty quiet tonight.
