Beating up Deadpool was probably one of the most useless things in the world. Thanks to all the cancer throughout his body, his sense of pain worked only intermittently.
Sometimes the cancerous nerves got crossed, and the more you hit him, the better he felt. He would even thank you for it.
So after roughhousing with Deadpool for a while, the girls quickly calmed down. They realized that even if they pounded Deadpool into a pile of meat, the only unfortunate result would be the spaceship cafeteria getting contaminated, while he himself would just keep grinning lewdly.
"Had enough, ladies? I know I'm a lot of fun, and plenty of women—or men—want physical contact with me, but while Deadpool may be delicious, you shouldn't overindulge."
After Jewel took advantage of the chaos to punch him a few times too, Deadpool lay on the floor with every bone broken, wriggling like a Caterpillar and dragging a long trail of blood behind him. Yet he was still laughing happily. "If you're done playing, then it's time for me to get going. The timing should be about right. I'm going to check out CAAT. Hmm, if I can handle an enemy even Cousin can't deal with, then I'll become the number one Mercenary in the universe, just like the Tang Family Overlord Spear reclaiming first place in the weapon rankings."
As he spoke, he got fired up. The two eye lenses on his mask flashed with cartoonish Golden Light.
"Hmm?" Dream of a Thousand Cats, sitting upright on the table and watching the show, twitched its ears. It licked the pads of its paws and said, "Don't joke around. That thing isn't something you can handle, and you might expose our universe's location, meow."
Dream of a Thousand Cats had seen plenty of