fandomhigh | Stabbing People for Fun and Profit: Mercenary Work for Beginners, Monday, Period 4

Deadpool? Still overly excited about teaching this subject. Like a giddy school girl even.

Though that put images of himself in a little plaid miniskirt and, while hot, was not something he wanted to think about. Ever. (But the knee socks would compliment the look so wonderfully!)

He hated his brain sometimes.

Once the kiddies (And Turtles! And Space Pirates!) were all there, he settles in for some real, honest to goodness teaching. Real. Totally.

"I'm hiring you kids for your first jobs today," Deadpool said, grinning like a lunatic, so basically just his normal grin. "Your payment will be a good grade and a start on your reputation as a mercenary. But mostly just my happiness over a job well done. I might even bring pastries for those who completed the task well, but only for them. People who fail get to watch the others eat delicious baked goods and wish they could have some, but they can't. Nuh-uh!"

He shook his head before going off about yummy desserts more. "Your job, should you chose to accept and I'm not really giving you a choice about it because I'm a mean horrible teacher and it's fun, is to torment Aly as much as humanly possible."

With that said, he engaged in some nice, healthy, relaxing, maniacal laughter. Like ya do.

"Break up into groups of two or three and brainstorm the ideas, once you have something, Let me know and we'll work something."

[[ooc: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Have at it! And I will explain the assignment in the OOC, if'n you need.]]

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"No."

"...you sure? I mean, it'd only be the new Sheriff."

"Unlike penguins, fruit is for eating."

"Penguins aren't for throwing! How dare you suggest that!"

"How dare you deny penguins the right to protect their penguiny lifestyles?" Willow replied. "Not that I would personally encourage them to be ammunition, but they are far more useful than their constant use of tuxedos would give the impression of."

Deadpool frowned at her. "And that's why I trained the wee penguins to fight with wee tiny swords and armor and to watch models be bitchy, but that has nothing to do with what I was trying to say and I'm not even sure why I'm continuing this run on sentence."

"Aww!" Willow said. "Did they have weetiny shields and walk with weetiny fierceness?"

"They were made out of tin foil and yes, one did in fact have a very fierce walk," Deadpool replied. "I named that one Janice."

"Did they keep their necks?" Willow asked. "It goes very badly when they forget their necks."

"I hope so."

All the talk about the wee penguin army he trained was now making Deadpool depressed.

"I miss those little guys," He said with a little sniffle.

Willow reached to give him a sympathetic pat. "Have an apple. You'll feel better."

He hugged the fruit basket and though about lil' Janice and lil' Freddy and lil' well he actually stopped naming them after that, but still...

"I will cherish the fruit basket," He said solemnly.

(And throw the pineapple at the sheriff.)

"I'm glad you will enjoy," Willow said. Because she couldn't hear narrative. Which was just as well really. "Bye!"

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