"Strong stuff! Whew!"
Because he had leaned in too close, Deadpool got a faceful of rainbow-colored vomit. Yet he did not seem angry at all. Instead, he wiped some of it off his face with one hand and held it up before his eyes to examine it.
These animals projected here by the mind did not have their actual bodies present. They were essentially manifestations, so they did not need to eat. Naturally, there was no food in their stomachs.
When he had seen the leopard by the roadside vomiting earlier, Deadpool had already become interested in the rainbow-colored sludge they spewed out. Now that this fox had vomited the same thing, of course he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
The sticky substance had no physical form and none of the usual smell of vomit. It was more like a slippery energy that could be touched. It quickly seeped into the skin of his hand, while much of it dissipated into the air or sank into the ground.
"What she vomited was dream energy, and that energy was absorbed by the Emerald Dream. It is a cycle," Master Talon explained at the right moment. After all, even if creatures in a dream vomited, what they threw up could only be dreams.
It was rather difficult to clean up if people like Deathstroke, who had entered the dream with their actual bodies, vomited here. But there was no helping it. He was the only one guarding the entrance to the entire Great Beast Lair, so he was both security and janitor.
"All right, even if it's only energy, don't play with it using your hands. It doesn't look very sanitary."
Extinguishing the cigarette in his hand, Deathstroke moved closer to the fox lying on the haystack. He reached