Pool Q
"So you're omnipotent aren't you?" Dead Pool asked Q
"Yes of course I am. I can be anywhere at any time in the universe," Q Responded, setting down his martini glass.
"Ok. So you know you're in a fan fiction right?"
"No I'm not. We're at some ridiculously decorated Mexican restaurant, and you are eating what is essentially fried burritos."
"They're called chimichangas, man, and we are totally in a chunky blind girl from California's fan fiction, and if she's listening to me, she should get out more. I mean, she lives in the bay area for god's sake. Hello? Alcatraz. I mean, you are writing it right now listening to shoop, good song by the way, so I know you're listening."
"Who are you talking to?" Q demanded.
"The girl who's writing our fan fiction. By the way, thanks for writing me eating chimichangas. It makes up for making it so I can't swear. I know you want to impress your sexy friend, but come on. Swearing's my thing."
"You are being ridiculous."
"You're being ridiculous, man. You know everything, and can go everywhere, but you don't know that you're in a fan fiction?"
"Well, I'm not in a fan fiction. I sensed no writer controlling my words."
"Oh, but she totally is. By the way, writer, can you make the chimichangas free? I'm kind of low on money right now."
"You are insane."
"No. You are. You've been in a TV shows, books, Spock vs Q twice, and now a fan fiction. Great title by the way. Although dead q would have also been applicable, seeing as this dude has no brain."
"Do you know what will happen thousands and thousands of years from now?" Q demanded.
"Of course not."
"Well I do, and I know that I am master of all worlds. I just choose to leave most of them alone. Well, now I sadly must or it will be banishment for me again, which was horrible by the way."
"So you could kill me right now if you wanted to?"
"Why yes I could."
"Even with all that stuff you do, I'm totally cooler."
"More like crazy."
"Nah. Cool. Check please!" he called.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Yeah. This was kind of a sucky time. I thought you could talk to the writer of this fan fic too."
"I still don't believe someone is dictating what we do and say."
"Believe what you want, Q ball."
"I personally had a dreadful time as well. You are so incredibly annoying, and perhaps need to seek some professional help. Well, thank you for picking up my tab," he said, vanishing in to thin air.
"Hey wait! Awe never mind. Making me pay for his crap? Dang it, writer chick. You suck. And I don't need help," he muttered under his breath, getting his wallet from his pocket.
