Gloved fingers absent mindlessy tapped on her hip as the girl known as Lady-Deadpool stood (im)patiently for her food. She decided to leave her house this one time cause she kept getting commercial for a new mexican food place that was just down the street. Her spidey senses were on full alarms and it could only get sated by the deliciousness of a chimichanga. THE LORD'S GIFT TO THE EARTH! Or whatever deity one would believe in. Flying Spaghetti monster,  Buddha, Cthulu, Mewtwo. Whatever or whoever created such a beautiful and glorious food should be praised.  Her mouth instinctively beginning to salivate at the thought.

She groaned loudly as she peaked out around the crowd to see how far from the front she was. Her heart stopped (probably literally) as she noticed she was nowhere close. Her hand starting to twitch over the holster on her thigh. After a few minutes of contemplation she whimpered in defeat. Having promised the authorities she would try to stop killing people that opposed her in her tireless search for food. So she simply huffed and crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot.

[b]Light bulb! [/b]

"OH GOD! IS THAT A BOMB!?!" She cried out in a terrified shriek.

Several people within ear shot heard the out cry and began to panic. The weak willed pedestrians beginning to flee in terror. She smirked, the plan going exactly to plan; only not as well as she had hoped as there were still those who were onto the spandex clad heroine's ruse. A fact she snickered at but was still happy with what she could get. She then skipped ahead to her new position in line, only a few people from the front now. So close to glory she could nearly taste it. Now her stomach was grumbling. 

"Soon my little friend... Soon..." She whispered sweet nothings to her tummy.