Deadpool was asleep. And dreaming.
"Nice excuse for an announcement," he said.
Thank you.
Deadpool yelled in his best orator voice, "Hear ye, Hear ye! There is a poll on the profile of the crazy baboon who's writing me. The good news is that it's about who's gonna be my new girlfriend!"
Yes. There are three choices-
"The Tiny Terror! The Badass Babe! Here is-"
Toph. Next is-
"The Studious Seductress! The Perfect Prefect! The-"
Katara. And she is neither a Seductress or a Prefect And finally-.
"The Heir Heroine! The Burning Babe! The-"
Azula.
"Now there's a lot to compare… Tophee is pretty badass, and I love badass chicks! Katara… from what I see, that chick is a party-pooper. She's not gonna lemme do ANYTHING! Now Azula… Azula's my kinda girl. Badass, doesn't mind a bit of ka-boom, and is mad! Yay!"
Shut it. The choice is in the reader's hands.
His demeanor turned mournful. "Oh don't get me started on them! Mad! Madder than me! Sadistic evil wretches all of them! Enjoy my suffering! No one reviews how the author should embarrass me less. No one notices how he uses me as a review magnet. NO-ONE."
Shush. Show some respect.
He opened his mouth to talk, and got a mouthful of water.
He opened his eyes to see Katara standing there with a stern expression.
"Get up. We're going to see if you're worth what Toph thinks you are."
Behind her back, Deadpool muttered, "See? Party pooper."