The hit bastard got to his feet, first rubbing his ass, then twisting his waist. Next, he tried high kicks and splits—splits in every direction. His legs kept sweeping across the ground, spinning like the cleaning brush heads of a robot vacuum.
Thomas Flair, inverted spinning top, then he even imitated robot dancing, though the music he sang for himself was Billie Jean.
"What kind of attack effect is this? Hahaha!" Elaine laughed so hard that the pizza in her hand fell. Pointing at Deadpool's seemingly uncontrollable legs, she said, "He looks like a robot with too much charge. Or has breakdancing become popular again during the years I've been away from human society?"
But on second thought, she suddenly felt it made some sense. The person dancing was simply too normal. If all those people indoctrinated by CAAT went off to dance, who would still have time to pursue correctness?
Could this be part of Deathstroke's plan too?
"Don't mind him. He's just clowning around. The Anti-Correct Equation doesn't work on him at all." Su Ming shook his head speechlessly, voicing an answer that shattered Girl God's speculation. He might have plenty of plans, but the effect of the Anti-Correct Equation definitely was not making people dance.
Just as he had said before, Deadpool's personality and habits were far too "incorrect." There might not be anyone more incorrect than him in this universe. Even Su Ming himself did not make jokes about people of color as often as Deadpool did, much less constantly verbally harass Cable and Negasonic Teenage Warhead and other disadvantaged groups.
Therefore, after the Anti-Correct Equation hit that bastard, the inevitable result was that it had no effect. Or rather, it only made Deadpool look more normal, more like an ordinary person.
"Is it because part