Deadpool sat in the grungy dark brown recliner in his dingy dim apartment. His TV was small but was enough to keep him occupied while he shoved pizza in his face. He enjoyed watching the people in Gotham scream and run from a giant monster, but he couldn't help but grumble when he saw the CEO he was suppose to kill being interviewed by the cute red-headed reporter. Unhappily he took another bite of his pizza making the gooey cheese pull out.
I can't believe we let him get away. All that money wasted!
Now, we still have a chance to pay him a visit unfortunately I hope that cute blonde won't be there
I really want to squeeze her boobs though.
Indeed
"Guys we will pay him a visit soon. I don't want to see that mans fat face anymore unless its mounted over my new flat screen TV."
Deadpool finished his pizza then when to his bedroom where all his weapons lay in a mess. The guns were scattered but the swords were semi neatly stacked on the wall and there were two giant crates of explosives. He put two katanas on his back, two pistols on his hips with a TEC-9 on his back below the katanas, and a row of grenades strapped to his chest.
"Time for some fun."
He jumped out of his apartment window and landed on his feet on the street with a small smirk in his mask. He started for the building where the man worked. He was going to get his payment one way or another.
