"It's fixed. Try it again."
The One-Eyed Strongman tossed a belt to a pantsless man in the corner. The latter was huddled there, rubbing his arm and trembling as though he were sobbing.
At first glance, the scene might have looked like the aftermath of a violent sexual assault. But once one saw that the person crouching in the corner was Deadpool, no normal person would think that way.
The reason he was twitching wasn't because he was cold without pants. Earlier, he had been playing on his phone, typing furiously as he bragged to one of his few friends—Negasonic Teenage Warhead, the teenage gender-confused warhead.
The chat log went like this:
"Yo? Wanna see Uncle Wade's dick? (mischievous emoji)"
"Fuck off. No. Go fuck yourself. (middle finger sticker)"
"I'm telling you, you probably won't believe this. Hehe, your uncle here is already on a whole different level from you. Do you know what Credit Points are? Do you have any Credit Points?"
"What are Credit Points? (picking-nose emoji)"
"They're the unified currency Slade will introduce to our Cosmic in the Future. The US Dollars and japanese yen in your hands will all turn into worthless paper, and you won't be able to spend them anywhere in the Cosmic, got it? If you call Peter right now and admit you're worse than me at DOTA, then maybe I'll consider letting you keep hanging with me in the future. At least I'll save you a turkey butt when we eat turkey."
"Pfft, that's it? Are you fucking stupid? I'm an X-Men member. Professor X handles all my food, clothes, housing, and transportation. With his relationship with Deathstroke, how could we possibly starve? Kneel and withdraw. I'm busy. (crooked-mouth Dragon King emoji)"
The smile vanished from Deadpool's rotten face—or rather, it had