"Guys have been asking where this Green Goblin Glider came from. That's a long story, but if I had to make it short, I'm not very good at that, because I myself am pretty long, heh heh!"
Deadpool flew along on the glider while chatting with The Nonexistent Audience. He truly could multitask, even picking his nose while flying. "Anyway, Spider-Man somehow got this glider and gave it to me as a wedding gift. Little Bug loves me deeply. He knows I'm a surfing master."
At the wedding banquet, Peter had brought all those Spider-Girls to eat. With so many people there, they couldn't possibly have come empty-handed.
Besides, Deadpool really was skilled at all sorts of beach sports. There were lots of beautiful women at the beach, so he had gone there often in the past. Naturally, he knew every water sport that could attract women's attention.
He had learned all of it to pick up girls. In Deadpool's mind, chasing women and getting into bed ranked as hobbies second only to making money.
Just as he was spouting nonsense, he was struck by Omega Beams the next second and instantly turned into a dried corpse.
He had been having such a good time chatting with The Nonexistent Audience that he had forgotten: as the main culprit behind stripping Uncle Darkseid's pants, he had temporarily become the target of the other man's enmity.
Even while enduring Deathstroke's slashes, Darkseid had still insisted on giving Deadpool a hit to vent his resentment.
The Omega Beams wielded by the real Darkseid had changed color now, becoming gray beams with a white light sheen. They were incomparably fast and nearly impossible to evade.
If anyone other than Deadpool—one of the surrounding Superheroes, for instance—had been hit, they would most likely have suffered