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"Well," he said, standing up and stretching until his spine clicked like a bag of marbles. "Looks like it's back to the theater. At least there I can steal the popcorn from the kid in the front row. It’s the circle of life, really."

Wade Wilson sat in his favorite recliner, the one with the questionable stuffing and the faint scent of chimichangas, staring intensely at a glowing laptop screen. The cursor blinked rhythmically, mocking him.

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"Ooh, a cruise," Wade leaned in, his finger hovering over the mouse. "Do you think they have an all-you-can-eat taco bar? I bet the security is terrible. We could take over the ship and rename it the S.S. Regenerating Degenerate ."

Wade’s eyes went wide behind his mask. He slammed the laptop shut so hard the plastic cracked. He sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator. "Well," he said, standing up and stretching until

He grabbed his swords, checked his reflection in a nearby spoon, and headed for the door. "And hey, at least the 'hot mutants in my area' were probably just Logan in a wig. Dodged a bullet there. Or a claw. Definitely a claw."

He clicked a suspiciously large green button that promised "HIGH SPEED DOWNLOAD – NO VIRUS – 100% LEGIT." Almost instantly, his screen exploded. Not literally—though that would have been more exciting—but with a relentless barrage of pop-ups. It’s the circle of life, really

Wade gasped, clutching his chest. "Blind Al? Is that you? Did you finally figure out how to use the 'the Google'?"

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"Well," he said, standing up and stretching until his spine clicked like a bag of marbles. "Looks like it's back to the theater. At least there I can steal the popcorn from the kid in the front row. It’s the circle of life, really."

Wade Wilson sat in his favorite recliner, the one with the questionable stuffing and the faint scent of chimichangas, staring intensely at a glowing laptop screen. The cursor blinked rhythmically, mocking him.

Suddenly, the screen went black. A single line of text appeared in neon green:

"Ooh, a cruise," Wade leaned in, his finger hovering over the mouse. "Do you think they have an all-you-can-eat taco bar? I bet the security is terrible. We could take over the ship and rename it the S.S. Regenerating Degenerate ."

Wade’s eyes went wide behind his mask. He slammed the laptop shut so hard the plastic cracked. He sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator.

He grabbed his swords, checked his reflection in a nearby spoon, and headed for the door. "And hey, at least the 'hot mutants in my area' were probably just Logan in a wig. Dodged a bullet there. Or a claw. Definitely a claw."

He clicked a suspiciously large green button that promised "HIGH SPEED DOWNLOAD – NO VIRUS – 100% LEGIT." Almost instantly, his screen exploded. Not literally—though that would have been more exciting—but with a relentless barrage of pop-ups.

Wade gasped, clutching his chest. "Blind Al? Is that you? Did you finally figure out how to use the 'the Google'?"