"Here we are. This Crown feels like shit to the touch. I thought it would be some kind of hard substance, but apparently not."
As he beat back the Black Ghosts trailing after him, he chatted with the guys in the Livestream. Killing people was killing people, but he could not let his mouth stay idle:
"So, guys, did you learn something? Sometimes, the word 'gold' doesn't necessarily refer to that precious metal. It can also mean shit. If you ever meet someone who claims they like eating gold, you don't need to feel Inferiority. They might not be some filthy rich tycoon—they might be a pervert instead. Hehe."
In Western cuisine, some high-end dishes included edible gold leaf, and some chocolates had it too. It was a precious metal, but eating a little of it did not do much harm.
It was just that some people liked showing off. After eating a bit of gold leaf, they would post it on social media, take a photo, then add a caption saying they had eaten gold today and describing how it tasted.
Deadpool was teaching the guys in the Livestream how to make fun of such people.
"..." The Nonexistent Audience seemed to have said something, making Deadpool glance sideways.
"Huh? So everyone knows what 'gold' means? You people are really dark. Tell me, have you secretly played with it before too? Hehehe." The bastard laughed, his voice sounding exceptionally lecherous. "Guys who haven't played with it, raise your hands and type to prove your innocence! Send me some gifts too, or that means you've got a guilty conscience."
"..." The guys seemed to have launched another fierce round of interaction, probably full of fragrant little words.
But that was exactly the feeling Deadpool wanted. The number of comments counted