Fuck You! I'm Ugly!

He turned around to face him as he continued walking backwards and the suit smoothly formed around his body until he was fully armored.

’ I guess you’d have to find out. ’ He was grinning behind the metallic plate of his helmet. The repulsors on the boots went on and gracefully took him up in the air.

‘ See you next week. Maybe. ’

He looks down at the tickets before taking them and let them be blown by the wind. Turning on his heels, Anthony slid both hands into the pockets of expensive slacks.    ’ When will you have my money, Deadpool? ’

“My old Lamborghini Veneno.     You can keep what it’s left of it.”

’ Huh…well— I’m still blaming you as you’re the only one here. Jarvis, please add $4.5 million dollars to Deadpool’s debt account.

“No! It’s Not a CGI suit!” 

Independent Wade Wilson, Deadpool, Role Play blog.