"HAHAHAHA!" Harley doubled over laughing, not even knowing what to say.
She had seen all kinds of mental patients, and she herself was mentally ill, but she had never seen anyone elevate color videotapes into a will for human civilization.
Diana sighed beside them, shook her head, and walked a few steps away with Carol. She felt uncomfortable just hearing her cousin speak.
Sepulk's sky was filled with planets at varying distances, their colorful lights constantly glittering. But the Spectre Universe was still a dark world, and black was the dominant theme here.
"Don't be so quick to give yourself a death sentence. You already have a whole pile of cancers, so a few more illnesses don't matter. Describe your symptoms first. Harley and Holloway both happen to be on Sepulk, so let them give you a consultation."
"Hee hee, a psychologist and a cardiac surgeon consulting together? I've never encountered that before." Harley wiped away tears of laughter and vigorously rubbed her cheeks before sticking out her tongue. "But go ahead, Wade. Let me hear it first. Maybe I can diagnose you without needing any other doctors."
Hearing her warm words, Deadpool was clearly a little moved. He took a deep breath, took back the keys from his cousin's hand, and put them back into his pants.
He slowly walked two steps, then raised his head and inhaled, emptying his mind and adjusting his attitude.
"I'm saying it now, so brace yourselves!"
"Go ahead. I've received professional special military training, so under normal circumstances, I absolutely won't laugh." Deathstroke nodded solemnly, giving his cousin reassurance. When someone felt helpless, family was their last support.
It was just that this family member did not believe a word of his cousin's nonsense.
"Give me a cigarette." Deadpool opened his mouth, but