"Anything else you want to say? Any last words?"
Seeing Hela holding the Soul Stone in one hand while her free hand was already prepared to cast a spell, Su Ming questioned Little Cousin and stuffed the last cigarette into his mouth.
Back when prisoners were executed by firing squad, they were always given one last smoke. A final meal, a cigarette for the road.
Since extracting a soul and storing it in the Soul Stone was ultimately an experiment, and among the people Su Ming knew, Ancient One seemed to be the only one who knew how to put a soul back into a body, Wade might have to remain a ball for quite a while.
Deadpool thought it over. For some reason, he felt a little panicked, but he desperately wanted to see Death. Controlled by his third leg, he ultimately decided to take part in his Cousin's experiment.
"Keep an eye on my Odd Jobs Agency for me. Also, take care of Negasonic Teenage Warhead—Negative Sonic is probably polishing the mirror right now. But don't take care of my girlfriends for me. I'm coming back, and if you sleep with them, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life."
"You've probably got another ten seconds left in this life. Right now, you'd better hope Little Saint doesn't exploit a loophole in the contract." Su Ming lit his cigarette, then lit one for himself as well, gently exhaling blue-green smoke.
"That is a problem. Does a soul leaving the body count as death? How exactly is the duration of this life supposed to be calculated? I need to think..." Deadpool stared at the dark ceiling, the oily green flames in the fireplace making him look pale as a corpse.
Su Ming turned and nodded at Hela.