Take Him Out for Two Walks Every Day, and He Won't Wreck the House

Russell pushed open the door and stepped inside. The new world was pitch-black, but this darkness was unusual, unlike the blackness of night.

It carried a deep, oppressive weight that struck directly at the soul, making one anxious and uneasy, as if trapped inside a narrow coffin...

Creak!

Deadpool pushed open the wardrobe door, scratched his head, and said in confusion, "This is seriously weird. The places we end up after crossing worlds have been getting more and more ridiculous. Last time it was a public restroom, and this time it's a wardrobe. It wasn't like this before."

"..."

Russell kicked Deadpool aside and stepped out of the closet. Looking around, he found himself in an elegantly styled bedroom with a distinctly artistic atmosphere. Judging by the lavish decor, the owner was clearly loaded.

Deadpool pulled back the curtains, raised a hand over his eyes, and stood on tiptoe to look outside. Excitedly, he said, "Russell, I know this place. It's Mutant Academy. No mistake about it."

"Yeah, I could tell. I could also tell this is Professor X's bedroom."

Deadpool turned around in confusion. "Man, you can tell that too? What exactly is your relationship with that bald old geezer?"

"Anyone who isn't blind could tell." Russell rolled his eyes and pointed at the wall behind Deadpool. A half-length oil portrait hung there, showing Professor X in a sharp suit, smiling pleasantly.

Deadpool blinked at the portrait, then stubbornly said, "The artist sucked. That bald head hasn't been polished or waxed, it's all dull and gray, lacking any central concept. How is anyone supposed to recognize him?"

Says the pot to the kettle. Had your bald head been polished and waxed?

Russell could not be bothered to argue. "Wade, which world is this? X-Men: The Last Stand, or X-Men: