"Well," Deadpool said, leaning against the receptionist's desk once Nick had left. "I consider this whole thing a spectacular success." The receptionist stared at him, baffled and terrified.
"He was touched," Deadpool explained. "Couldn't you tell? I think I saw the glisten of tears in his one good eye, that someone had thrown him a party."
Humming thoughtfully, he picked up a strawberry juice box and rolled up his mask a little so he could sip on it. "Now what am I going to do with all these balloons?"