Wade 'Deadpool' Wilson (
mouthy_merc) wrote2009-05-18 06:57 am
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Office Hours, Monday
Deadpool was in his office, being... Vice Principaly. Or something.
He still wasn't entirely sure what that meant other than plotting to take over the island for some nefarious purpose. So he was reading horrible RPS again.
It was starting to be a habit here, people.
[[Warning: super SP until done with work!]]
He still wasn't entirely sure what that meant other than plotting to take over the island for some nefarious purpose. So he was reading horrible RPS again.
It was starting to be a habit here, people.
[[Warning: super SP until done with work!]]
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Mmm, hatesex.
And my, he had no idea Atlanteans were so well endowed.
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She deposited the plate of cookies onto his desk. "And where have my manners gone to! I'm Glinda Upland, and it's a pleasure to meet you."
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...Deadpool composed himself upon being given and introduction. He could heat the cookies in a way that would put that damn blue monster to shame later.
"Aawww, aren't you a sweetheart." A beat. "These aren't poisoned, right?"
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"I am home most evenings, but do feel free to leave me a message upon the voicemailbox, should I have decided to go out," she continued.
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There were enough ellipses in the world to express this feeling he had now.
"If you alter reality, I'mma be SO pissed."
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Ba-dum-tish.
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