"I sure did!!! Or I shot him. Or both. Maybe blew him up a little. I have to cheat because my stabbers aren't as cool as all of your stabbers. Mine are just katanas. Any nerd can buy katanas in a flea market. Some even have cool cheap shit dragon handles to make you feel authentically exploitative of a culture."

He pauses. "Do you want to stab me a little with YOUR stabber? For old time's sake?" Maybe it would make her feel a little better because it would feel normal.

Deadpool snorts. "Of course I am. And of course it's not fine. I bet they stashed you in the kiddy pool or something. And I bet that hasn't gone super well. You don't stash trained assassins in kiddy pools. We are deep end kinda people. We like to dive deep, relieve our bladders, and then lurk off to the side waiting for our trap to be sprung on some unsuspecting canonballer. Ours is an evil bubbly snicker."