"Halloween's great. Pull the mask off, say OOGA BOOGA, get candy thrown at me. Kinda works the opposite way compared to normal people." It was a weird kind of feelings, the ones that Deadpool had about his scars, about the way that he was deformed. Sure it sucked, wasn't that easy to get a date, don't go out in public, the whole schtick. But at the same time? He felt weird when he lost them. As if each little one was something that made him who he was. He didn't have time to get into the psychology of it right now. That was more appropriate when he was trying to get drunk. Not that he really could.
"Wade Winston Wilson. The trifecta. Gives me that scary edge that most villains lack. Alliteration strikes fear into the hearts of many. And when it doesn't, my swords usually do."
"See, I'd offer, but I figured you'd take that the wrong way." A grin split across his lips as he moved with her. Oh, did he like the way that River moved. "Never was one for shindigs. I'm not exactly a people's person."