Deadpool started digging under the couch for his stash of booze. Why exactly he hid alcohol there was anyone's guess. After a few moments and a couple times bumping his head, he emerged with several bottles of booze. "We," He told Arashi with exaggerated seriousness. "Are getting drunk. And then I might go and burn down a church."
Arashi smirked and rolled his eyes as Deadpool scrounged under the couch and smacked his head. "The getting drunk I understand, but I'm kind of foggy on the burning of the church. Wouldn't that be the same as burning the shrine of a god?" He really didn't want to get any gods pissed at him.
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