"Shouldn't we go out and help them?"
Tim crouched behind an overturned police car with both hands on his gun, watching Schiller and Deadpool open bags of chips.
"I've really been curious about this for a long time," Schiller said to himself. "What do chips made of bricks actually taste like?"
Deadpool had already opened a bag. After tossing one chip into his mouth and chewing it, he said, "I'm more curious about where the food goes when we don't have digestive tracts."
"You're disgusting." Tim set down his gun and opened a pack of cookies. After taking a bite, he exclaimed, "Look, I bit off exactly one-fourth. Or can Lego minifigures only bite off one-fourth?"
Deadpool discovered that the chip in his hand could only be bitten in half. He curiously opened a box of Pocky and found that he could only bite off one-fourth at a time.
He held the remaining half between his lips like a cigarette and said, "No fun at all."
"Are you sure? This is the family-friendly universe you've always dreamed of! Forever PG-rated!"
Deadpool's eyes widened in disbelief. Tim tossed the last cookie into his mouth and chewed as he said, "That's normal. Lego minifigures fighting doesn't count as violence, does it? No one dies, and fallen-off arms and legs can be put back on. There's no more family-friendly movie than this."
"But my arms and legs can be put back on too!" Deadpool shouted indignantly. "Even if I get turned into minced meat, I can recover! Doesn't that count as family-friendly?"
"If you were mute, there might still be some hope," Schiller assessed with perfect fairness.
"I don't think we can keep fooling around with them." Tim poked his head out to look around, then said, "I'll never understand Batman and Joker's