Squirrel Girl naturally had no reason to refuse Deathstroke's request. After all, her situation was similar to Gwenpool's—she was practically becoming a girl Deathstroke kept.
Everything she needed in life was basically provided by this man. Her carefree, happy days came from him too, so she knew she had to put in some work in return.
"Crack, crack, crack."
She sped up her nut-cracking, nodding her head to show her agreement. They could start whenever.
"Then let's do it now. The sooner this is settled, the sooner I can go home and sleep without worrying." Su Ming rose to his feet and looked at his cousin, who was still horsing around with Spider-Man nearby. "Wade, stay here and keep an eye on the 40K Universe. If Adjutant gives you a plan, follow it. Understand?"
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Go on without worry. No need for last words—I don't think you're going to croak. No need to waste breath on all that nonsense. You're more popular than me, so you won't die that easily."
Deadpool suddenly performed a backflip, breaking free from Spider-Man's hold. Although he had stripped off all his clothes in an instant like Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell, leaving him stark naked in the dining hall and rather hard on the stomach—
Even so, to send his cousin off, he began dancing with wild enthusiasm. He was not Maori, but wasn't performing a Haka before seeing someone off to battle perfectly fitting?
"Blech."
Squirrel Girl, who had been about to set out, dry-heaved. She was still young and could not quite handle that kind of naked-man assault.
Doreen's Squirrel Dimension was an incredibly wondrous place. Theoretically, it was somewhat like Cyttorak's Crimson Cosmos: an independent, enormous spatial Concept Collective.
There was nothing in that dimension besides squirrels and things