"Mm-hmm, I get it."
Deadpool was digging through the sand. After that earlier flight, he had no idea how far he had been thrown. In any case, he had crashed into a pile of sand and had to struggle for quite a while before clawing his way back to the surface. While he was at it, he built a sandcastle over the mouth of the hole.
"So Vishanti, Eternity, and Infinity teamed up and used Cousin as a switch on the railroad tracks of time. The current Dark Celestials were supposed to be the Colored Celestials from the original storyline. They swapped colors and destinies. It's that simple."
He spoke toward an empty direction, continuously shaking his head with a speechless expression.
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"It's no big deal. For Master Deadpool, this is child's play. The original plan was to call in some people to chop up the Beyonders anyway. Whether it's Hung Hing or Tung Sing, what's the difference? Frozen shit can kill people, let alone an oversized robot."
The Nonexistent Audience said something, but Deadpool did not care. He patted his butt, peeled away the exposed skin covered in sand, spat on the wound, and decided that would speed up his healing.
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"With a protagonist like me around, it's a sure thing. Cousin paid me, so he's under my protection, got it?" Deadpool leaped out of the sandpit and pulled a fresh mask from his pocket. "So I won't tell Cousin about Vishanti's plan. I learned about it through you guys, but I'm just not telling him. Heh, I'm doing it just because I can."
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Deadpool shook his head like a rattle drum. He checked his bearings, then burped toward a certain direction and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood from his digestive tract before swallowing