"Cough, cough. Deadpool, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you really should take a bath."
As the lightning faded, Barry set the Wilson cousins down, then turned away and began coughing and dry-heaving. Carrying Deadpool had inevitably meant close contact with him, and within the Bullet Time created by the Speed Force, Wade's stench had been impossible to escape.
"You're both cousins, both mercenaries, so why is the gap in personal hygiene this huge?"
The Flash had a quick mouth and always said whatever came to mind. Wiping away tears brought on by the overpowering body odor, he accused Wade.
"He's a filthy rich capitalist! Not only can he afford regular maintenance and skincare, his own company even makes all kinds of cosmetics." Wade was equally agitated as he began denouncing his cousin. "And me? I'm broke! I have to hustle every day just to survive, selling my labor and sweating my ass off. I have to work until I collapse before I can rest. The Flash, you have no idea how hard life is for the working class!"
The Flash was immediately overwhelmed by Deadpool's momentum. It was as though the phantoms of every great proletarian leader stood behind the red-and-black mercenary. What he said seemed perfectly reasonable—truly the voice of the working people.
"Is that so? I'm sorry. When we get back to the Main Dimension, I'll give you some antiperspirant. It's the brand I use, lemon-scented. It's easy and quick to use; you just apply it every time to—"
Barry actually believed him. He apologized with complete sincerity and was even about to share his own supplies with Wade.
However, Su Ming punched Deadpool into the nearby lake and took his place beside Barry. "Don't believe him. Because his entire body is riddled with cancer, he