Showing posts with label atticus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label atticus. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Me Trying To be Funny Never Ends Well

Adorable Baby Panda: QUIT CALLING ME YOU ASSHOLE! I'M KILLING COPS!

Deadpool: Really getting into GTA 4, aren't you?

ABP: *pauses game* I would be, if Niko didn't keep getting phone calls from stupid relatives while I'm busy.

Deadpool: How do you expect to climb to the top of the criminal ladder if you can't handle distractions and interpersonal relationships? Look at me, I'm like a Swiss Army Knife: able to handle any situation, and that's because I practice dealing with distractions. That's what Bob's for: the crying gives me something to try and ignore.

ABP: He's crying because you're always threatening to shoot him, or trade him to HYDRA for Weasel!

Deadpool: I'm not always doing that. OK, I am, but it's good for him, like the Breakfast Club making Anthony Michael Hall admit he's in Saturday detention for having a flare gun in his locker. It's personal growth through extreme embarrassment.

ABP: Like when you tried showing Big Bertha your face, because you thought she understood you, and she threw up violently?

Deadpool: Yes. NO! Who told you about that? Was it Fabian or Dan?! I mean, that would be a good hypothetical example. Besides, I still let Bob run and hide whenever he wants, don't I? It's that delicate touch that makes me a top o' the line mercenary.

ABP: Top of the line? You live in a warehouse, and you don't even have a roof. What happened to your roof?

Deadpool: Remember that gun you gave me a couple weeks ago*?

ABP: *resumes playing GTA 4* Uh-huh.

Deadpool: You see the little red button on the side of the gun?

ABP: The self-destruct button? Yeah. Come on, you pigs, you'll never catch me - oh, spike strips? You jerks!

Deadpool: Yeah, the self-destruct button. Wait, how did you know that's what it was?

ABP: The red button is always the self-destruct. Haven't you ever watched Fifth Element? Hee, hee 'Negative, I am a meat popsicle'.

Deadpool: I've seen it, I just didn't think UnCalvin would have. She doesn't seem like that kind of girl.

ABP: UnCalvin probably hasn't, or he/she wouldn't have made the self-destruct button look like that. And what do you mean girl? She's a shapeshifter, remember? Calvin said last time UnCalvin showed up he looked like Ulysses Grant with less of a belly and muttonchops.

Deadpoool: Muttonchops? I can work with that. It's a nice word, too. Like chimichanga. Chimichanga, chimichanga, chimichanga.

ABP: *rolls eyes* So you pushed the button and now you have no roof. That's rough. Hah, I've got a rocket launcher, now you will all rue the day you tried to stop my murderous spree!

Deadpool: It doesn't matter what's happened, 'cause like Nic Cage in that one movie, my lotto number came up, and I'm not splittin' it with any waitress.

ABP: *barely paying attention* Huh?

Deadpool: I got a letter from UnCalvin! It says she wants to talk to me desperately. Desperately! I know what that means! It says she's gonna call at 3 o'clock and set up a place we can meet! That's five minutes from now! I better get my cell phone out, make sure it's charged. I can see it now *Wade stops reaching for the cell phone as he drifts into hallucination land. Suddenly, one of his pouches explodes* Huh, ahh, one of my pouches exploded! I only have 37 left now!

ABP: A joke about how many pouches you have?

Deadpool: It's a classic bit! One of my grenades must have gone bad. Aww, this was my last pair of pants, and now there's a hole in them. Maybe UnCalvin will believe it if I say it's a fashion statement? Pants with holes near the rear are still in right? *looks at ABP desperately*

ABP: *shrugs* Uh, sure?

Deadpool: Great! I can still play this off as being part of a plan. Now to resume reaching for my pho - No! NO! That was the pouch my cell phone was in! Now I can't get an answer from Cable to the text message I sent him!

ABP: How were you texting Cable? He's in the future.

Deadpool: Now he is. But he'll come back to the past at some point in the future, which will be our present.

ABP: Wait, so Cable's in the future, but some time farther in the future, he'll travel into his past, which is our future now, but will be our present then, and he'll, ohhhhh *ABP passes out*

Deadpool: Never mind that, I just remembered I can't get that call from UnCalvin! Nooo! I was going to wear my happy boxer shorts! There's nothing left to do but seal myself in a freezer for a thousand years**! *runs to freezer, seals himself inside*

ABP: *wakes up* Huh? Wade? Where did you go?

{Elsewhere, ten minutes earlier}

Atticus: Are you sure this is a good idea?

Calvin: Of course it is. Look, I sent Deadpool a letter claiming to be from UnCalvin, saying UnCalvin was going to call Deadpool at 3. Wade's daffy over UnCalvin, even for Wade. Though I guess she exceeds his standards by having a pulse, and not throwing up when she sees him.

Atticus: Plus UnCalvin's a shapehifter, so she could look like. . .

Calvin: Hey now, you're married, you don't get to fantasize anymore! Or so I am told by television and movies. You were going to say Rei Ayanami, weren't you?

Atticus: Umm. . .

Calvin: So predictable. Look, just use that program you told me about that you came up with. The one that can make cell phones explode***, and make Wade's phone go ka-blooey! He'll freak, it'll be funny. Mwa-ha-ha!

Atticus: Alrighty then. Underpants! *enters complicated program code, Wade's phone explodes moments later* Wait, how will you know if Wade freaks out?

Calvin: *stops cackling* Huh?

Atticus: What's the point of the prank if you don't get to see him react? Are you somewhere nearby?

Calvin: Hell no. I'm not going to 'cause Deadpool to flip out when I'm anywhere in killing range. I see your point, though. Balls. That is a critical flaw in this plan I missed.

Atticus: Yeah, just a little flaw, though.

Calvin: Well, it's all in fun, so I'm sure Deadpool will understand, and the explosion probably couldn't hurt him or anything, so I'm sure there will be no serious repercussions from it. Maybe I better get him a new phone. And a pie. Everybody loves pie!

Atticus: Yes, praise pie, praise pie more. I got a walk the dog. Later!

{Still elsewhere, shortly after Wade locks himself in a freezer}

UnCalvin: How odd. I was planning to call Deadpool and offer him work, but his phone appears to be out of service. I hope he hasn't died, he's amusing, in a buffoonish way. Still, I shall have to find someone else for this important mission that would have certainly paid enough to replace a warehouse roof.

* That'd be the gun Calvin confiscated from UnCalvin on February 21st.

** I'm not wrong about that, am I? That is how Deadpool wound up in the future where Cable is.

*** See March 12th post, opening paragraph.