So Deadpool is a little late. It's totally not his fault! He was so determined to make the best most flashy entrance ever for his first meeting with that one dweeb he made into a pinata while totally shitfaced that one time, and what better way to do it than to crash through the apartment's window at the end of a grappling line?
Unfortunately, he got a bit sidetracked when he accidentally smashed the windows out of two of the wrong apartments, but that's totally just a minor detail. It's really hard to be precise with a grappling gun, alright? It's not like they post the apartment numbers on the outside of the building.
Either way, since third time's the charm, the only warning that Arcade will get before Deadpool's arrival is the muted sing-song bellow from outside the window that starts far off and rapidly gets closer; "♫George, George, George of the Jungle.. watch out for that♬--" CRASH, shatter, thump: Wade tucks and rolls when he hits the kitchen tile and springs back to his feet, hands thrown up into the air in exuberant triumph. "TREE!"
This is the right apartment, right?
Hey look, Arcade. With cookies!! Aww, Deadpool knew he liked the little guy for a reason! He casually leans against the counter, ignoring the glass shards poking out of his costume and littering the floor and underwhelming his entire over the top entrance by just nodding in greeting. "Hey, Arcade. Are those for me?"
I'M NOT LATE AT ALL
Unfortunately, he got a bit sidetracked when he accidentally smashed the windows out of two of the wrong apartments, but that's totally just a minor detail. It's really hard to be precise with a grappling gun, alright? It's not like they post the apartment numbers on the outside of the building.
Either way, since third time's the charm, the only warning that Arcade will get before Deadpool's arrival is the muted sing-song bellow from outside the window that starts far off and rapidly gets closer; "♫George, George, George of the Jungle.. watch out for that♬--" CRASH, shatter, thump: Wade tucks and rolls when he hits the kitchen tile and springs back to his feet, hands thrown up into the air in exuberant triumph. "TREE!"
This is the right apartment, right?
Hey look, Arcade. With cookies!! Aww, Deadpool knew he liked the little guy for a reason! He casually leans against the counter, ignoring the glass shards poking out of his costume and littering the floor and underwhelming his entire over the top entrance by just nodding in greeting. "Hey, Arcade. Are those for me?"