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fandomhigh2011-09-09 05:57 pm
mouthy-merc.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhigh2011-09-09 05:57 pm
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Fighting for Funsies, Friday, September 9th
Today when people arrived in the classroom, they'd find something written on the board that totally spoiled everyone for the class subject. Because Deadpool didn't respect the basic social mores of the internet.
Or something like that.
Rules
are for chumps
"With everything going on and this being Friday (Friday), I'm pretty damn sure none of you at all care or are paying attention to class so... you all suck. Except you, angry blonde chick. You're just so angry. I want to give you a sword and see what happens." He was such a helpful teacher. Deep down inside. "Anywho! Today is about how rules are made for wimp ass little dweebs who couldn't fight their way out of a paper bag. And Captain America."
He smelled like patriotism and was raised by two bald eagles. True story.
"Why shouldn't you kick someone in the nads? Or when they're down? It's so much easier when they're there! It's perfect head to boot ratio at that point! It's just common sense there," Deadpool said. "Now I know what you're thinking. 'But, Deadpool! It goes against my morals!' Well, your morals can enjoy getting the shit kicked outta them. And it's not like I'm asking you to kick a weak, defenseless puppy that saves orphans and nuns from cancer when its not frolicking in a field."
Nice mental image there.
"I try." A beat. "Moral of the story: rules get you killed. Now, for your homework, I want you to make a list of people you want to kick the crap out of. Fictional characters count. Damn you, Swiper... damn you..."
Or something like that.
are for chumps
"With everything going on and this being Friday (Friday), I'm pretty damn sure none of you at all care or are paying attention to class so... you all suck. Except you, angry blonde chick. You're just so angry. I want to give you a sword and see what happens." He was such a helpful teacher. Deep down inside. "Anywho! Today is about how rules are made for wimp ass little dweebs who couldn't fight their way out of a paper bag. And Captain America."
He smelled like patriotism and was raised by two bald eagles. True story.
"Why shouldn't you kick someone in the nads? Or when they're down? It's so much easier when they're there! It's perfect head to boot ratio at that point! It's just common sense there," Deadpool said. "Now I know what you're thinking. 'But, Deadpool! It goes against my morals!' Well, your morals can enjoy getting the shit kicked outta them. And it's not like I'm asking you to kick a weak, defenseless puppy that saves orphans and nuns from cancer when its not frolicking in a field."
Nice mental image there.
"I try." A beat. "Moral of the story: rules get you killed. Now, for your homework, I want you to make a list of people you want to kick the crap out of. Fictional characters count. Damn you, Swiper... damn you..."
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