The Nth time I glued Deadpool to a New York fire hydrant, I discovered three holes in his uniform.
"Who provoked you again this time?" I took off his mask and poured iodine into the wound.
"Wow, little spider, you actually touched me! Wait, don't tear off the tape—"
Three days later I was hunted down by mysterious troops, with bullets aimed at my joints.
When the armored car crushed my last thread, Deadpool descended from the sky and kicked the gun barrel away.
"Have you ever touched my biggest fan's knife?"
Later, he was covered in blood and protected me behind him: "They said you killed Osborne's son."
I wiped the blood on his mask and chuckled: "Then do you want to do justice for heaven?"
He chopped off the enemy's head with his backhand: "No, I will destroy all the files for you."
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