<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QtIRSvW.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Wade!<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Cartoon Wonderland!<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Christmas Sweater! (very beat up by now!)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Deadpool laughed with glee as he realized just<em>how</em>deflective Santa was.<strong>"Check it out you guys I've unlocked bouncy bullets! Now this is a Christmas classic!"</strong>He chortled with glee, using Santa's powers to deflect his hellfire of ballistic doom back on the elves that were swarming all around. In fact Deadpool began to deliberately<em>not</em>aim at anything but Santa, using the bouncy reflectiveness instead of aiming properly. As happy as a kid on Christmas morning, that was Deadpool!<strong>"Merry Christmas, bullet ridden X-Mansion!"</strong>He exclaimed with glee.<strong>"Merry Christmas you wonderful old Building &amp; Loan! Merry Christmas, mass grave of elves!"</strong><br/><br/>He paused to reload and muttered as an aside behind a stage-whisper hand to Cyclops.<strong>"Don't worry, I got lots of experience covering these up. Genosha, Svartalfhiem, Philadelphia..."</strong>he shuddered at the last one,<strong>"..so many brutally mutilated pixies."</strong><br/><br/>The moment of glee was cut short by Santa suddenly shrinking down and looking rather distraught at poor Nightcrawler and her crushed candy canes!<br/><br/><strong>"Well Santa."</strong>Deadpool said, body language entirely indicating that he saw this fight was over, and clapping a hand on his shoulder.<strong>"I hope you've learned a valuable les - "</strong><br/><br/>Moving with ninja-fast speed, a carbon fibre knife jammed itself into Santa.<br/><br/><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(18deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(18deg); -o-transform: rotate(18deg); -ms-transform: rotate(18deg); transform: rotate(18deg);"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">STAB! </span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-184deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-184deg); -o-transform: rotate(-184deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-184deg); transform: rotate(-184deg);"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">STAB!</span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(25deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(25deg); -o-transform: rotate(25deg); -ms-transform: rotate(25deg); transform: rotate(25deg);"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">STAB</span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-34deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-34deg); -o-transform: rotate(-34deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-34deg); transform: rotate(-34deg);"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">STAB</span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(50deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(50deg); -o-transform: rotate(50deg); -ms-transform: rotate(50deg); transform: rotate(50deg);"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">STAB</span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-112deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-112deg); -o-transform: rotate(-112deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-112deg); transform: rotate(-112deg);"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">STAB</span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(20deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(20deg); -o-transform: rotate(20deg); -ms-transform: rotate(20deg); transform: rotate(20deg);"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">STAB! </span></span><br/><br/><br/><br/>Over and over and over. Each internal organ, in alphabetical order? Only the coroner would know for sure.<br/><br/><strong>"-son!"</strong>Deadpool grunted, leaving the knife wedged in Santa's heart and he bounded over to a nearby bookshelf, scrambled up it and executed a flawless flying elbow drop to land right on the knife handle jamming it all the way through the jolly old elf.<br/><br/><strong>"About the meaning"</strong>Deadpool was just kicking the man's head for no reason now, watching it snap back and forth.<strong>"Of"</strong>another kick slammed Santa's neck back the other way,<strong>"Christmas."</strong><br/><br/>Deadpool merrily marched over to the mug of cocoa he'd put down hours ago and sipped it, oblivious to how blood-drenched and debris-filled it was.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, my cocoa's gone cold."</strong>Acting like nothing else was wrong, Deadpool tossed the cup and its contents over Santa's corpse and marched towards the kitchen to get a new mug full!