"An almost complete record of everything boring and nothing interesting. I mean, according this hunk of scrap there are no sitcoms beyond the mid 30's. So the question is, who is the television overlord and how many bullets do I need to kill him?" Maybe it was their shared DNA masking his presence but the library held more than just the X-men and Cable. It also held the closest thing to a ninja that Bobby Drake was going to meet on the island. Well, unless you counted the few times The Cat dropped by for Poker Night at Wade's place.
The costume clad individual made his entrance in a grand fashion, by dropping from one of the upper levels where more seating had been arrange. He landed spryly for a man covered in an additional fifty pounds of weaponry. It was frowned upon but Wade felt uncomfortable without them. So an arrangement had been made and "peacebonds" were tied around each. "And the fiends used yarn too.. my one weakness!"
"Nate! Bubby! You didn't tell me we had guests. I mean, I'd have come to meet--" Wade grew silent when he saw Logan. "Wait.. we've met before. Origin's world premier right? And Petey! Buddy! You taught me all about the one thing! It's like a reunion up in hurr! And me without my camera for scrapbooking! Curse all the luck of.." Once again his voice trailed off as he caught sight of Rogue. "Mrrrow! Well hellllooooooo nurse! Or should I call you Rufio?" The merc practically knocked the others aside in his dash toward Rogue. "Say you wouldn't happen to have that same streak of hair--" Deadpool turned around to Nate. "Right. Right. Sorry. No asking to see bush in mixed company. Where are my manners!"
Deadpool threw his hands open wide and boomed "Welcome to Jurass---Providence. Damn dyslexia... always creeping up on me. So, how's my favorite band of dweebs doing? Still defending a world that hates and fears you? You've gotta be excited about Days of Future Past coming out, right? After all, Mutton-Chop McGee here gets to be relevant again."