<div align="center">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Cympyn132c/U3LFaJuuYlI/AAAAAAAAHYw/hPnKP_NdhCU/s1600/xx.jpg)</div>Name: Wade Wilson.<br/>Time: 1:30 ish<br/>Tag: Ghost Rider. Breaking a bit of fourth wall. Other Deadpool's "Me." "Me.'  *The inanimate thought box.... Me.*<br/>Wearing: What else ladies? ;) . ((His costume.))<br/>Multiple personality notes: Red  stands for Wade. Blue  stands for smart voice. Orange stands for his thought box. Green is his skater dude voice.<br/><br/>"Hey boys and Girls. It's me! I just need to give a shout out to my girls over at the Hydra base. Rogue honey, If only I was there to see your revealed 'girls. And some kissing action with x23? Well, I wish I was not being eyeballed by this clown. And over there, so I can have some fun with my Rogue and XXX-23. ;) Ah well. Enough of this forth wall buisnatch. Time to get penanced!"<br/><br/>Wade was happy to get the reaction he got out of Cat. She seemed... Actually into the idea of dating! "Ha! Score!". Perhaps he could get a date from the dame? Perhaps more? But, then again. She was soon mad again. "Can she make up her mind? We are to looney to tell if her actions say she wants us or not." Soon though. The drones were done for. Wade watched in awe. As the Rider dispatched the rest. The flaming explosion, was both breathtakingly beautiful. As well as incredibly deadly. "Man that was...- " Before he can finish. Wade was pointed at by the Rider. And interrupted by a quite familiar little phrase. "You.... Guilty!" "Oh... Not this..." Wade responded. As he dropped his guns. He sighed as he rubbed his eyes. "Time to cleanem, gett'en ready for the horror show." Wade just let's the rider lift him up. His harness nearly snapping by the strength of the beast. Wade listened as the Rider spoke. His hand, pointed towards him. Opening and closing like a mouth, the merc mocking the spirit's every word. " Ya ya. Wa wa wa wa wa. Wa wa wa wa. You must be charlie browns dad. Well, Listen up dude. I get it. You wanna show me my sins. Well, I am ready for this starring contest. So, hurry up and play the rewind button. Cuzz, it's time for the highlights of deadpool. Round dos." Wade said, as he starred down the creature. "Bring it on. You better hope I die this time."<br/><br/>"Your soul is stained by the Blood of the Innocent. Feel their Pain." And, with that Wade trailed off. His mind lost in a never ending storm of his sins. Fire shoot's out of his eyes. As he punches, and kick's, and throws himself from the Riders grasp. "AAAAAH! Man! It hurts!" He yelled. As he wobbled, and jolted against the ground. Flailing his body, with thrash after thrash. He began to laugh hysterically. As he had seen through the eyes of his victimes. All the goons, the targets.... Ya, he was not the best guy in the world. Did what he had to for money. Now of days he hopes he is a good guy. A hero. But, over the years. He has strayed some grey areas. And, he can not be sure... Not even by fifty percent. That every one he killed was 'bad.' "Ha ha ha..." He laughed. Interrupting with the occasional.  "Oh! I remember that one." Soon. The fire went away. And deadpool starred into the air. His mask completely burnt off. His, scarred face showing it'self. He sit's up, like out of some horror movie. And, stares over to the rider. "OH man... We are so mad!" "I dont know. But, I think we are about to open a can of whoop ass." "Shut up..."  Wade said to the voices. His hand pounding agianst the top of his skull until they stopped. With a few deep breaths. He finally stood up. Starring back over at the rider. "Ghost Rider. I dont think your one of the guys I met before. If you were, you wouldnt have tried this Bull shit again. I can tell ya this much buddy. It's useless. Nothing can kill me. Not even the soul crushing weight of my own sins. As great as they are. I dont mean to be so, well... Smart about this. And as much as I just want to fucking clock you. I wont. There is something more important to do right now... Bringing back television!... And, protecting the fine gal's like Rogue, Cat, or X-23. But, mostly the tv! But, for you... I guess. You know..." Wade begin's to pump his fist in the air, in a not so caring fashion.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"Protect the innocent. wooooooooo"</span>He said, in a quiet and careless tone. "So you done trying to smite me? Cuss, I am one hundred percent sure. We got's some new yorkers than need saving."