There was a blood curdling scream from Deadpool as his arms shot out and rather suddenly shoved that whole machete into Deadpool's own chest. In fact, by the time he was done, he was left staring down at the hilt of the blade resting snugly against the skin of his chest. There was no getting away from that one!
"Goddamnit, Cable! This was my last good suit! Now I'm gonna have to go shopping before we can go out tonight!" Wade whined, before going to the trunk and getting the bags he packed. A backpack for himself, a shoulder bag for Cable, and two full size big-enough-to-put-a-body-in duffel bags. Full of who the hell knew what.
Acting as if it was normal for a grownman to walk around with a machete sticking out of his back, Wade made his way into the shitty motel.
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Date: 2012-05-11 12:30 am (UTC)"Goddamnit, Cable! This was my last good suit! Now I'm gonna have to go shopping before we can go out tonight!" Wade whined, before going to the trunk and getting the bags he packed. A backpack for himself, a shoulder bag for Cable, and two full size big-enough-to-put-a-body-in duffel bags. Full of who the hell knew what.
Acting as if it was normal for a grownman to walk around with a machete sticking out of his back, Wade made his way into the shitty motel.