Deadpool swayed his hips back and forth, a certain special part moving closer and farther from Rocket's face.
It nearly brushed against Rocket's long whiskers.
"I've got an Immortal Body!
See that?
That big shot put everything into it just now and still couldn't kill me!
Jealous?
Envious?
With that tiny body of yours, I could flatten you with one sit!"
"Who are you calling a stuffed toy?!
I'm Rocket!
Captain Rocket!
The smartest mechanic in the universe!
Try sitting on me!
I'll blow the eye out of your ass and retrofit it into a mechanical one, believe me or not?!"
Rocket was so furious that all his fur stood on end,
and he pulled out an energy gun larger than himself, aiming it at Deadpool.
Deadpool's eyes lit up. A mechanical asshole?
I like that!
"Come on, come on!
Shoot right here!
If you can't make it into a style I like, I don't care what captain you are.
One-star review!!
The twenty-thousand-word kind--!"
Deadpool arrogantly turned around and stuck his ass out at Rocket's gun barrel.
He even gave it a slight wiggle, practically begging to be punched.
Rocket's breathing stopped as he narrowed his eyes.
The next second, he planned to shove the big gun in his hands straight in and fire at him for five solid minutes.
Let's see what brand of asshole can withstand this shot!
His furry paw tightened sharply around the massive gun.
He was about to pull the trigger--
"Enough!"
Su Ming's headache worsened from the racket made by this man and beast, and he barked an order to stop.
He finally understood it now.
Deadpool was a humanoid, self-propelled trouble magnet.
Anyone who got close to him was doomed to have bad luck.
Just as the base was in complete chaos,