<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/eEV2JZClYQA/hqdefault.jpg)</div>Name: Deadpool<br/>Location: Home sweet home... "Well, couldnt afford the rent. So hellooooo breaking and entry."<br/>Whereabouts: Inside<br/>Wearing: Whats in picture, except with none of the bling.<br/>Tagging: The x men group.<br/><br/>The warehouse was far from silent, a smooth beat filling the air from a rather cheap stario sitting upon a wooden chair. The warehouses main denizen backing up in plain view of the large warehouse window. Soon, he starts moving to the beat, bobbing his head as he began to sing along with the chorus.<em><strong>"It's like this'n like that'n like this and uh, and like that'n like this'n like that and uh."</strong></em>He did not really have much to do these days. With his latest blunders the poor guys been left homeless, living out in this old abandoned warehouse, listening to old cd's and hanging out with those nine stray cats.<em><strong> "Lary, joey, bobby, Casey, puffy, crazy, stingy, prissy, and bitchy!"</strong></em>Yes... Those were the names... None the less, his little dance routine was soon ruined... While listening to his song he can hear the loud roaring of a jet outside. One which could only be one thing, it's the xmen on their<del>quin</del>queer jet.<em><strong>"No homophobia intended kids."</strong></em>He said to himself, but no one there to listen aside from his nine stray cats.<em><strong> "Oh! Lar-"</strong></em>Dont name them again!<em><strong>"Sorry narrator..." </strong></em><br/><br/>Looking out the large pane window of the second floor, it was confirmed. How did he not notice the giant thing flying- Oh ya... Rapping and dancing to... Stray cats...<em><strong>"Not... Our proudest moment..."</strong></em><em><strong>"Well, I say we take our audience where we can find them."</strong></em>Deadpool, looking to either side above him, as if he were seeing text scrolls nodded.<em><strong>"Yep, I mean it's not like the x kid's over there are gonna show me some respect. Id take the rabies from their love scratches any day."</strong></em>Deadpool sighed, knowing full well they either wanted something from him or wanted to beat him in... Either way, he would receive nothing but hate. With an extreme lack of compensation. Pulling at his headband, he throws it to the ground, turning to go down the stairs to his warehouse.<br/><br/>But quickly he turned around once more, noticing the root to why he took so long to appear.<em><strong>"Oh man!"</strong></em>He said as he realized Psy, x 23, and Rogue were all here.<em><strong>"Wow I think our pee pee just went. Budoin doin doin."</strong></em>Straightening out his mask, and moving his suit about to make acomodations for his growing excitement. Deadpool decided to take a less direct route. Moving to one side of the second floor, he slipped outside of the building. Sprawling slowly around, and passed the group trying to greet him. Binoculars in hand, he creeps from the bushes slightly like some pervert in an old cartoon. Spying directly on Rogues nicely formed rear.<em><strong>"Mmmmhmmm. Enough to make a guy cry."</strong></em>He whispered to himself, before moving his gaze over to psylock.<em><strong>"And those legs, boy would I like for her to try and 'break my neck' withem if ya , ha ha, know what im sayen...."</strong></em><em><strong>"Huh?"</strong></em><em><strong>"Face to crotch contact."</strong></em><em><strong>"Oh, uhem. Knew that."</strong></em>Then, finally his gaze met with x 23.<em><strong>"Oh, as good looking as Psylock is. It is all a contest, im unable to decied whos the most sexy, Psy, X 23 and Rogue.</strong></em><em><strong>Id let rogue sap my 'energy' any day. And x 23? Cut from the same cloth as wolves... id say she's one hell of a kinky one. Probably all blades up in the bed room. He he. And id love to see if Psylock's powers can be used in sex, after all never fucked a telekinetic. Oh well... Enough drooling..."</strong></em>As his perversion came to a close, he lingered his binoculars between rogue and x 23 a moment longer, still trying to compare which had the better advantages. A tough call.<br/><br/>Standing out from the bushe, he rolled his eyes at Psy's words.<em><strong>"You just want to talk ay!"</strong></em>He said in as Canadian a way as he could.<em><strong>"Which we get away with for being Canadian by the way.."</strong></em><em><strong>"I doubt it. I have better odds at civil discourse with my massive superhero sock puppet collection then with you guys."</strong></em>As he spoke his hands slipped out from behind his back, a X 23 sock puppet in one hand, a rogue in the other.<em><strong>"I bet the conversation on how to handle me went like-"</strong></em><em><strong>"Hey X 23, let's have a conversation with Deadpool, surely we can have him help us."</strong></em><em><strong>"No rogue thats dumb, we should pretend to be friendly just so we can gut him later for being annoying. Oh, and dont call him Shirley."</strong></em><em><strong>"Oh, drats. Your right x 23, now come make out with me."</strong></em>Deadpool speaking for the puppets comedically, in a forced womans voice and failed attempt at mimicking the girls voices. He then pressed the badly sown sock puppets together as if to be making out,<em><strong> "Ah Mmmpf smooch smooch and whatever."</strong></em>He said before throwing them to the ground.<em><strong>"Or it went something like that, at least with less smooching involved. Though, it's... Really raunchy to think ab- Was there smooching?"</strong></em>He asked, getting off topic. Giving a sharp groan as he hit his own head, the numb skull turned to one side and he began to pace back and forth.<em><strong>"Now listen, I enjoy the company and all but I think I have better things to do then go help you all with your problems. Unless, I get compensation!"</strong></em><br/><br/>The song he listened to:<br/>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PivGBjOkBUU