Wade &#39;Deadpool&#39; Wilson

Feeling a little better from the cupcake fiasco of earlier (how could she not feel better? Snarky vapid models, yay!), Rosette giggled. "If they're more bitchy, they'll get more screen time," she pointed out.

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Shuichi just sort of stared at the television, "Is that a good thing, in this instance..?" Because he wasn't sure if this sort of publicity was necessarily good..

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"Maybe, but then everyone knows that she's a bitch and won't want to hire her," Deadpool said, eating some popcorn.

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Rosette sort of clutched her stomach at popcorn, wrinkling her nose. "There's no such thing as bad publicity?" she offered. "So, Deadpool, if you ever get hired to do a bank hoist, do you have to pose like that when you go through the lasers?"

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"Nah, I'd get Weasel to hack the systems and shut them down or jump through them." He tilted his head at the girls. "And my poses would be better, I'm much bendier than them."

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"It'd be really unfortunate if those lasers could cut through skin..." Shuichi shook his head a little absent mindedly, imagining model limbs falling off as they posed for a photo shoot. "That'd be too messy to be worth it."

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That certainly caused more giggles from Rosette. "That's morbid, Shuichi. But, quick way to lose fifteen pounds when the panel calls you too fat."

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"They could all stand to gain 15 pounds," Wade said.

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Shuichi nodded in agreement. "Those judge people call those girls fat? Where do they get off saying anything?! They're all pretty funny looking, I don't think they have any right to be judgmental!"

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Rosette almost comment that John called her fat last week, but then she remembered that he didn't actually and she only thought she did. So her mouth opened, then snapped shut, and she just cocked her head at television as the photo challenge was announced.

She tried not to be a little creeped out by it. Because, you know, technically, she was dead...

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Wade patted Shuichi's shoulder. "Welcome to the world of modeling. Everyone is apparently too fat."

He threw some popcorn at the screen. "EAT SOMETHING."

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"That's lame. Who'd want a job where you couldn't eat?! They're so missing out.." He grabbed a few peices of popcorn and popped them into his mouth.

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"Just as long as it's not fifteen cupcakes, I agree." All this talk of eating things was making Rosette turn a little green again. "Speaking of which, eat them you guys, seriously. THey don't look pretty but I promise they're okay...I need to get rid of 'em."

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Deadpool pointed up at the ceiling where there were still a few cupcakes stuck.

"I'm good."

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Shuichi glanced up, "I'd eat 'em."

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Rosette also followed Deadpool's pointing. And snerked. "Those stuck good," she commented, proud of her weetiny handiwork.

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Deadpool nodded. "That frosting is like sugary glue."

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"If we tried to take them off, do you think the paint will come with?"

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"No!" Rosette looked distressed and moved in to retrain Shuichi back if she had to. "Don't t ry to remove them! It's like...my little keepsake to you guys! So you never forget me!"

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"Like we could ever forget our favorite nun!"

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"Oh my god, I wouldn't remove it then!!" Shuichi flailed in apology for even thinking of it.

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"Yay, the cupcakes stay!" Rosette tossed her arms up...and then immediately back down over her stomach with a groan because, yeah, that quick movement was not a good idea.

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"We'll even label them so the people who are in the house after us know that it's your cupcake," Wade said, eyeing the nun suspiciously.

"Are you pregnant with the new baby Jesus? Oh my god, are you Nate's real mom?!"

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"We could encase them in bullet proof glass! Then no one will remove them! It'll take the demolition of this house to get those cupcakes off the ceiling!" Pause. "Pregnant?!"

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