<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/1638998-dp32_008_super.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool, baybeh!!!</strong><br/><strong>Origin: Canadia</strong><br/><strong>Location: Doom's Flagship, Hallway</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Mr. Happy, Wolverine and Scarlet Witch (GOLD TEAM RULES!)</strong><br/><hr/><strong><br/>"Hey. Mr. Napoleon Syndrome. If I were to ever permanently stop talking, the universe would get bored and implode on itself. So, like, you're welcome."</strong><em>Does...Does the universe really work like that?</em><strong>"...Yes." </strong><em>Oh. Nnnnneat.</em><br/><br/>The Merc didn't do much to get himself up off the ground which, funny enough to him, seemed to be tilted in a weird angle. He was still very much oblivious to the damage done outside, and to the fact that Doom's ship had crashed directly into the Latverian embassy, ironically enough. The longer he sat on the ground, the more and more exhausted he felt. He was loosing a remarkable amount of blood..which was no doubt the cause of the steadily increasing fatigue.<strong>"Gettin' kinda tired...still tired....stiiiill tired..."</strong>He slowly eased himself onto the ground, using his remaining hand to prop his head up. He looked as through he was about to take a nap, however, once his healing factor kicked in, the bleeding stopped. His eyes only shut for a few seconds before he violently woke back up, looking in Wolverine's direction.<strong>"Not tired anymore. FUCK YEAH, POWERNAPS. But anyway..nope, don't know em', and nope, I don't need a hand. I need an entire arm. It's over there. Mind tossin' it over here, Head-Fins?"<strong></strong></strong>