"Hold on, what the hell..."
Unlike Deadpool's sudden desk-slamming applause, Fang Mo really couldn't stand it anymore. "Are you sure this Translucent guy even showed up?"
"It's Translucent, not Transparent."
Deadpool corrected him. "Because I can guarantee he definitely didn't pass through Xiao Ming!"
"?"
Fang Mo's expression turned strange. "Is that really a meme a Canadian like you should understand?"
"Ever since I took a nap in that goddamn prison, the tumor in my head has been acting like it got injected with Compound V, force-feeding me a bunch of weird crap."
Deadpool spread his hands. "So you can't blame me for this. If it isn't the tumor acting up, then the only possible explanation is that you squatted beside me while I was sleeping and whispered like crazy, stuffing no fewer than a thousand goddamn Xiao Ming memes into my brain..."
"Then tell me one at random?"
Fang Mo asked curiously.
"People always say Deadpool is immortal, so fan creators torture the ever-loving shit out of me... But let me ask you, don't I bleed when I'm injured? Don't I feel pain? Huh? When Juggernaut rips me in half at the waist, don't I have to regenerate bit by bit? First the hips, then the front prostate, and then the three legs? Answer me!"
Deadpool first turned toward some distant spot and began interrogating it, then his tone suddenly became inexplicably agitated. "You heartless fan creators... answer me! Look at my eyes?!"
"...Which goddamn Xiao Ming is this?!"
Fang Mo couldn't help shouting.
"How the hell would I know?" Deadpool spread his hands again. "You Easterners love Xiao Ming way too much. It's like Japanese Anime companies loving bands."
"That's not really a fair comparison..."
"All right, everyone."
Perhaps sensing that the topic was drifting further and further