"I know it's hard for you to accept that the person who looks the craziest is actually the most normal one." As Su Ming spoke to Kitty, he had Strangle extend a tendril and connect it to Little Rich's spine nearby, assigning the boy his portion of the work. "If you don't believe me, ask him."
The silent transmission was incredibly fast. The boy turned his head almost immediately and said:
"Alright, Uncle Slade. I'll try deriving the equations first. Give me some time. If I find that my brainpower is limited, I'll tell you, and then we can activate your backup Misaka Network plan."
"What Misaka Network plan? What is that, meow?" Kitty's damned curiosity had flared up again. The unfamiliar term drew it in, and it also felt as though its brain wasn't quite enough. Just how many things was Deathstroke calculating at once?
"Nothing. Just a meme." Su Ming rubbed Kitty's head and carried it toward his cousin, deliberately avoiding the spot where the rat was fencing. He crouched beside Deadpool. "Come on, watch carefully. I'll show you how I determine that Wade is a normal person."
"Mhm, okay, meow." Dream of a Thousand Cats covered its nose. The smell of instant noodles mixed with Deadpool's body odor, giving it a brand-new sensation of nausea.
Fortunately, it was a cat. It was a dream. So it had no stomach, meow.
"Wait, Cousin, what private question are you planning to ask? I'm totally unprepared! But the guys are all watching. What if I answer badly? That'd be so embarrassing. Isn't there a script I can use?"
Deadpool set down his cup of instant noodles, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and pulled down his mask. He barely looked human now.
"It's not a difficult question.