"What can I say? My conscience is pretty slow? Might be cause I hardly use it, Might be cause it was busy crankin' one out to a Glee marathon." Deadpool replied with a shrug. These people weren't happy with him. Well that was just great. And here he waxed his bikini zone in preparation for the victory celebration. Wade seemed almost hurt by her comment given the way he recoiled. "I ain't glib.." He dabbed at his eyes. "I think you mean inane?" Deadpool snicked cause lets face it, he's a stinker. "I did look good, didn't I?" Deadpool said in an amused tone.
Eventually the mouthy merc settled down long enough to take on a somewhat serious tone. "Something real? What do you want like a stool sample? Cause I don't really have to go." The merc watched both of the adults as he moved around to hop up on an examination table. They brought him down here to patch him up. Little did they know, he had a healing factor. When that came to light, they were sure to invite him to join their little league team. "I can give you where I met with them and the method of contact. Maybe you can trace it back using some fancy doo-dads and CSI methods. I love that show." He added in a dreamy fashion.