Wade had thought it through perfectly. He had even incorporated Homelander's character trait of loving milk. Just as he was about to order the program to tell Little Superman to do exactly that, the barrage in his head stopped him.
A moment later, after Audience Guys explained that lizards were reptiles rather than mammals and did not produce milk at all, Deadpool found himself in an awkward situation where anyone else might have been labeled an "illiterate fool."
But who was he? He had no shame to begin with, so how could he possibly feel awkward?
Thus, that emotion lasted perhaps a fraction of a millisecond before vanishing without a trace. Wade disdainfully spat to one side.
"Just as I thought. Lizardfolk are still inferior to upright cows. They can't even produce milk. Useless trash. They shouldn't have come to HEB Province! Slurp!"
Because he had forgotten to lift his mask before spitting, he could only suck the slimy phlegm sliding around inside it back into his mouth and swallow it with a gulp.
Not bad. It was quite smooth, like egg ribbons in fermented rice soup, very soothing on the throat.
As if nothing had happened, Deadpool scratched his ass a few times, waved his hand, and had the program cancel this tactical guidance. If Little Superman wanted to kill them like that, then so be it. What a waste of his perfect tactic. It was all these Lizardfolk's fault. Why couldn't they produce milk?
No, Kaecilius should be blamed. The Lizardfolk were creations of gene-splicing experiments. Why hadn't he given them the ability to produce milk in the first place?
Given how quickly those things reproduced, if they could produce milk, opening a lizard ranch in the Future would not be a bad idea. Perhaps Deadpool could monopolize