Sep 09, 2009 22:16
After handwavily informing the class to bring their babies on to class, Deadpool was positively bouncing around.
"The bond between a boy--or girl--or tenticular elder god crammed into a meat puppet--and their sword is a sacred one. Yin to your yang, Oreo to your milk, the winner combo of the Jays on America's Next Top Model," Deadpool said, twirling one of his babies like he was in Glee Club.
...they needed a Glee Club here.
He'd be on that like white on rice, baby.
"So today we'll be talkin' about our weapons of choice! And how we take care of it in the long nights when it just needs to be sharpened and oiled and properly cleaned like the naughty little things they are--"
Okay, that could be considered just a bit dirty.
"--I mean, tell everyone about your weaponry! Think of this as... the Miss Inter-Dimensional Weapon Pageant. Who will win? Will there be a talent portion of the contest?!"
No. No there would not be.
"So jump on in and say why your weapon is better than everyone else's. Argue like the dickens, baby. But nothing more than that or I will make your like a living hell and Anakin seem like the nicest guy on island, got it?" Deadpool clapped happily. "Lets get going!"
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