[@Stekkmen] [@JunkMail] A FAIRLY NOTICEABLE MAN IN A - FAMILIAR TO SOME - RED SUIT HAD BEEN SAT IN THE CORNER THE WHILE TIME. A GRIN WAS PLASTERED ON HIS FACE, ONLY VISIBLE DUE TO THE CREASE IN THE RED FABRIC THAT HIS MASK WAS CREATED FROM, AND THE RAISING OF THE CARTOON-LIKE BLACK AND WHITE CIRCLES THAT WERE HIS EYES. STRAPPED TO HIS BACK WERE 2 KATANAS, AND AN SMG WAS BEING TAPPED AGAINST HIS CROSSED LEGS RATHER PRECARIOUSLY. YES, THIS MAN WAS NONE OTHER THAN THE LEGENDARY MERC WITH A MOUTH - DEADPOOL.

HE HOPPED OFF HIS SEAT, SURVEYING THE SITUATION WITH A LESS-THAN-SERIOUS MINDSET. "OH, HELL NO, I'M NOT GETTING LEFT OUT OF THIS," WERE THE ONLY WORDS SPOKEN, AND HE RAN HEADLONG INTO BATTLE. WADE IMMEDIATELY UNSHEATHED HIS KATANAS, UNLOADING HIS ENTIRE SMG MAGAZINE INTO A WEIRD-ASS GUY WITH A CHICKEN HEAD. THEN, HE TURNED TO THE NEXT THING - A WEIRD TERMINATOR LIZARD THINGYMABOB - AND SKEWERED IT LIKE A KEBAB WITH HIS KATANAS.

NOW [i]THAT'S[/i] HOW YOU FIGHT.