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Deadpool kills.
That's what he does best.
The first kill he remembers had very pale cheeks that complimented the tears.
He kills a guy for plagiarizing his suit.
It doesn't make him feel better.
He's never coming back, a voice whispers.
"That was the point," Deadpool answers, and bites into the taco.
His mouth is burning, sending flames through his chest, making his eyes water and his throat clench.
He spits it out, wipes his tongue with his hand and dumps the rest into a trash can.
The empty metal echoes.