[Oh, yeah, it's completely from the accidental inhalation of putrid office death-water. Better than that water outside the Icebox, sure -- goddamn they named that place appropriately.
He hurls a bit more of it out and stands to shaky knees, pulling his mask off to squeeze the water out of it. They made it for a smooth groin and no camel-toe, but this thing is gonna be wet for about a fuckin' week. And here's him without a second pair of knickers.] Yeah, yeah, don't worry, peanut. I trust you.
[Hah. Classic Logan.]
Whoa! Hold on, we just met! [Gosh, he's so strong, but it's nice when the strength doesn't involve sticking six steak knives in you (but also when it does, Wade's not picky). Wade turns back in time to see the same thing that Logan appears to be unsettled by -- sure it's dark, but this is. This isn't your average every-day darkness. This is... advanced darkness.
So they've got personal insults, water hallucinations, and darkness. This place has everything!]
Well, yeah, what do you think I did, jogged out here? [He's pulled his mask back on but lifted it enough he can still spit out the occasional mouthful of spit and regurgitated office funk. With a stumbling step he leads Logan to his Beetle, which --]
Motherfucking shit! [Is now filled with water. He did not put the roof down when he parked. He opens the door to water pouring over his boots and the distinct smell of musty rain. And something suspiciously like pimento cheese.] I'm gonna assume you nicked a Vepsa on the way here, 'cause you're probably not dying for the chance to have swamp ass tonight. [Wade, though? He hops in. He can't get any wetter between the monsoon from hell and Logan's crow's feet.] Promise I won't ditch you on the way there!
[Though it's debatable his little car will make it the way he rumbles the gass and it spits pathetically at Wade's insistence. Still, it starts chugging its way back to the road.
He pulls out the egg Post-Its and puts them safely on the rare dry spot of his dash. At least he got those babies.
And the medicine he shoved into his utility belt pouches. Thanks for the one good design feature, Liefeld.]
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He hurls a bit more of it out and stands to shaky knees, pulling his mask off to squeeze the water out of it. They made it for a smooth groin and no camel-toe, but this thing is gonna be wet for about a fuckin' week. And here's him without a second pair of knickers.] Yeah, yeah, don't worry, peanut. I trust you.
[Hah. Classic Logan.]
Whoa! Hold on, we just met! [Gosh, he's so strong, but it's nice when the strength doesn't involve sticking six steak knives in you (but also when it does, Wade's not picky). Wade turns back in time to see the same thing that Logan appears to be unsettled by -- sure it's dark, but this is. This isn't your average every-day darkness. This is... advanced darkness.
So they've got personal insults, water hallucinations, and darkness. This place has everything!]
Well, yeah, what do you think I did, jogged out here? [He's pulled his mask back on but lifted it enough he can still spit out the occasional mouthful of spit and regurgitated office funk. With a stumbling step he leads Logan to his Beetle, which --]
Motherfucking shit! [Is now filled with water. He did not put the roof down when he parked. He opens the door to water pouring over his boots and the distinct smell of musty rain. And something suspiciously like pimento cheese.] I'm gonna assume you nicked a Vepsa on the way here, 'cause you're probably not dying for the chance to have swamp ass tonight. [Wade, though? He hops in. He can't get any wetter between the monsoon from hell and Logan's crow's feet.] Promise I won't ditch you on the way there!
[Though it's debatable his little car will make it the way he rumbles the gass and it spits pathetically at Wade's insistence. Still, it starts chugging its way back to the road.
He pulls out the egg Post-Its and puts them safely on the rare dry spot of his dash. At least he got those babies.
And the medicine he shoved into his utility belt pouches. Thanks for the one good design feature, Liefeld.]