"Well as long as you're both sure I'm not about to die in my jammies. I guess I just don't have to piss off another blue blocker, huh? I doubt the guards will help, I told one of them I would kick his ass six ways to Sunday for calling this woman who healed me a bitch. Then he activated this collar thing and I felt like I had a massive seizure and thought I might keel over." He laughed a little and fooled with the collar a bit. It was certain he wasn't going to get it off, even though he'd tried.
"Cirque du Soleil?" he asked. "How do you learn flexibility from something called the Sun Circus? I didn't know you could watch pornos and pick up abilities from there. You must be a great bed partner." He teased the other, not really knowing what Cirque du Soleil was. Maybe if he'd had a TV, a couple quarters to buy a newspaper or looked up at billboards once and a while it'd make sense to him, but it didn't.
"Yeah, training partners. I won't hurt you or anything. I just need someone to keep me motivated and keep fit. A thousand sit ups with no encouragement is mighty boring." He nodded some, "But we're going to have to wait until my rib and wrist heal. It feels a little better than it did earlier but it still aches pretty bad." And he milled over the prospect of considering Mao a 'friend'. He hadn't really had friends in his time, more like guys who would buy an underaged Wade some alcohol and ended up killing his father in a bar fight.
"Be your friend? Sure, I guess. Do I have to, you know, do anything?" He asked, "If I don't have to do anything I'm in. And I don't need a nickname. I have a nickname. I'm the Deadpool. You don't have to remember my name though, Mao, no one takes the time to learn it. You can just say 'hey you' if you need to." He said with a shrug. "And when Vic camouflages himself, just throw dirt or something around. Or like... baby powder or some shit. That'll find him pretty quick. That's how I used to find invisible security laser beams at those politicians mansions."