"That was my niche. Which they won't let me have again. X-Fockers. Yeah, that's right, I'm comparing them to a bad Ben Stiller movie. That's how bitter I am." But he can't quite summon the energy to be mad at Quire while Quire is actually being nice to him. Besides, it wasn't his fault he got the spot they decided Deadpool wasn't qualified for.

"You know who also deports people from positions they were good at? Trump." Oh yeah. He's morose as shit. He went there.

Deadpool sighs. "I arrived here with him, but apparently that was against the rules. So he got plucked away by the mod gods. I've got to earn him back with points." He pauses. "Wait, that's right, YOU KNEW JEFF!!! Because you were a Calivenger!!!" He wails and throws his arms around Quinton, holding onto him and bawling like Quinton is the one person in the world who could understand his pain.

Drunk. A. F.