[Oh, this is one of those scenes where he's gonna be in the background being hilarious and everyone's gonna ignore him. These lines are gold! This is wasted potential!
God, Cable really is tiny. Look at him. Looking up at The Wolverine. If only he could lift his arm to take a pic. This is wallpaper potential. Sure, it'd be three pixels wide, but the heart would know what he was looking at.
Oh, nevermind. He waves back at Cable. With his one remaining hand.] It's a skull? That cheeky bitch! All that work and I can't even appreciate it. Wait, can you lift my torso up? I wanna see it!
[If he's gonna be made into an art piece, he wants to take it all in. Hold on, is Logan ignoring him?? What's he so pissy about?] I -- hello, I can still hear you, bitch! [He gets up on his one hand with a grunt, sitting on the cavity that used to house most of his intestines. Oh, that's squishy. Okay, some are still here. A nice, comfy seat. Of organs.] Glue? Do you have brain damage? Just squish 'em back together. Like a... admittedly, it's a very complicated jigsaw right now. And you better put them back in the right place. [He does not want a dick on his arm. And yes, that's the first thing he thought of.] Anyway, it was the Punisher except it kind of wasn't. Like. Stepford Wives, except instead of baking a nice pie he indiscriminately murdered me. [Wade squints at them both.] Why are you being so dodgy? Did he steal my pants, too?
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God, Cable really is tiny. Look at him. Looking up at The Wolverine. If only he could lift his arm to take a pic. This is wallpaper potential. Sure, it'd be three pixels wide, but the heart would know what he was looking at.
Oh, nevermind. He waves back at Cable. With his one remaining hand.] It's a skull? That cheeky bitch! All that work and I can't even appreciate it. Wait, can you lift my torso up? I wanna see it!
[If he's gonna be made into an art piece, he wants to take it all in. Hold on, is Logan ignoring him?? What's he so pissy about?] I -- hello, I can still hear you, bitch! [He gets up on his one hand with a grunt, sitting on the cavity that used to house most of his intestines. Oh, that's squishy. Okay, some are still here. A nice, comfy seat. Of organs.] Glue? Do you have brain damage? Just squish 'em back together. Like a... admittedly, it's a very complicated jigsaw right now. And you better put them back in the right place. [He does not want a dick on his arm. And yes, that's the first thing he thought of.] Anyway, it was the Punisher except it kind of wasn't. Like. Stepford Wives, except instead of baking a nice pie he indiscriminately murdered me. [Wade squints at them both.] Why are you being so dodgy? Did he steal my pants, too?