WTFH

Deadpool: 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.

*chitters*

Deadpool: 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.

Deadpool: 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!