"Oh, probably, but not entirely." He waves a hand. "It's obviously that is a reflection of the real inner you, and on the inside you're just someone who needs to be hugged and accepted because you feel all alone in this world. The super hot eight boobed confident and tough outer you is just the shell you've put on to seek that acceptance, but paradoxically you never feel accepted on the inside because you think people just love the shell and wouldn't accept the inner you, so she goes forever without hugs and acceptance, which makes you work harder on the shell, which isolates the real you, and on and on ad infinitum. Pretty classic message, really, for one of these types of things."

Sometimes, just like the insane sages of yore, Deadpool could spit truth like it was no thang. (Or perhaps this isn't the truth, who knows, but it sure sounded cool.)

"I think the inner you is a hottie too, by the way." He winks at her fading reflection. It's...probably a problematic kind of acceptance, but it's meant in good faith?

"ME on the other hand, my shell IS the real me. Because I'm doing it right." Point? Missed. Irony? Unacknowledged. Lesson? Unlearned. See, Saxsice? You're definitely faster on the uptake than Deadpool.

"And the Tooth Fairy is a very dangerous creature." His tone is now very solemn. "I mean, she steals teeth. Who the fuck does that? That is fucked UP. But I meant like Freddy Krueger. BOOGA BOOGA!" And he whips off his mask and makes faces at her.