Wolverine? Yeah, I guess you could say I'm pissing on his turf. I mean, he's got all that snkt-ing going for him so it's not a total copyright infringement.
[ Are you ready for this next part because he sort of isn't but again, no Weasel, no Vanessa, no nobody. ]
Basically, uh. I had cancer. Balls, brain, spine, you name it. Cancer, cancer, cancer. El cancer. I underwent some bullshit treatment – the less said about that the better — and now I don't just heal the cancer, I heal everything.