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Jan. 24th, 2025 07:39 amParadise (spread out with a butter knife), by Sarah_Sandwich
“What are you doing here, Deadpool?” he asks, shoving his guilt aside to address the problem at hand.
Deadpool squeals and fans himself, bouncing on his toes. “Oh. Em. Gee! He’s heard of us! Oh wow, I’m not prepared for this. Maybe we should— No, you’re right, you’re right. Play it cool. We’ve got this.”
“What are you doing here, Deadpool?” he asks, shoving his guilt aside to address the problem at hand.
Deadpool squeals and fans himself, bouncing on his toes. “Oh. Em. Gee! He’s heard of us! Oh wow, I’m not prepared for this. Maybe we should— No, you’re right, you’re right. Play it cool. We’ve got this.”
