Hey! I’m back here. Again. God, I never escape this place, do I? No, no. Don’t answer that you adorable lil’ ball of gossip and rage.
You brought me cake? That’s so swee--wait, is this crap poisoned? I swear to god, if I get poisoned by one more rodent, I’mma just scream.
*Door slams* Ghanima:
This is highly unnecessary, you know. You needn’t brandish those little notebooks at me as if I’m a delinquent student. You could have just asked
But, they have cake that might be poisoned!Ghanima:
....Wade, wouldn’t you heal from poison anyway? We both
would recover easily. We’ll simply eat the cake and read the notes, and then perhaps the little busy-bodies will let us go home.Deadpool:
...yeah, you got me there.( HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FANDOM HIGH! )Ghanima:
I think that’s everything.Deadpool:
Damn was that a slow day. Ghanima:
I’m almost ashamed of the residents of our fair island.Deadpool:
Yeah, guys. For shame. I mean, sure it’s a holiday and crap, but still. Get on doin’ stuff so we can ramble about you and make wild allegations.Ghanima:
Or completely valid allegations that are equally entertaining. Good night, Fandom. We’re off to eat cake and borrow some of the station’s rum. Deadpool:
Good night, folks!