Wade was still somewhat unwilling to give up. He had plenty of possibilities he hadn't shown Slade yet, like a baby whose skin had been completely corroded after falling into a sewer, then adopted by a giant rat and taught martial arts.
Su Ming would not give him another chance to ruin the turtles' story, because the D800 Deadpool created by Skynet in the distance was already bad enough.
"What kind of origin story do you want, exactly? Or do you think you're full of endless possibilities?"
"Am I not?"
Wade looked even more helpless instead. He should never have brought his cousin along, because nothing ever satisfied him. So he turned his head toward the sky and began speaking to the nonexistent audience.
"It's so hard for me, really. It's so hard to want a more mysterious origin story. As everyone knows, if you want to become a charming, popular villain, your origin has to be vague. Look at Joker next door—he's incredibly mysterious, and mystery makes a man more of a man."
As he spoke, Deadpool placed one hand on his waist and the other behind his head, striking a Marilyn Monroe pose as though trying to prove his charm.
Su Ming did not know whether the audience heard him, but he certainly did, and it disgusted him. He punched his cousin on the head. "You two are both crazy, sure, but he's a fetishist. You aren't."
"In every sense, there would be no me without you, Slade. You made me what I am! Gah hahahahaha!" Deadpool suddenly burst into wild laughter, clawing frantically at his face and grabbing at his hair through his mask like a madman.
Without a word, Su Ming drew his sword with a backhand motion, skewered his cousin on Godslayer, then repeatedly slammed