“Fringes of society works for me, that’s where I thrive. More fun, more guns.” Wade chirped back. “Plus, I’m like super good at two things, and that’s running my mouth and mercin’ some bad guys. I’m specially trained in both of those things, as a matter of fact.”

He waited a moment, pants still held a loft threateningly. “And they call me Deadpool because I lost my friend the dead pool he ran because now I can never die. That’s what he gets for betting on me to die,” he turned away to start digging for more clothes, just dropping the pants on the floor. “That asshole.”