It's not every day he's the one with a sturdier memory than someone else, but it's also hard to tell if Wade actually thinks something here gave him cancer or if he's just running his mouth again.

"I dunno your whole life Wilson, but I don't think it was a churro. Or maybe it was... I wouldn't put it past you."

His lip curls unpleasantly and he takes a drag of his cigar again when the smell of whatever fair food Wade upchucked wafts uncomfortably close to him. "Let's get away from this until someone comes around with a bucket of sawdust, eh?" He swats Wade's back amiably. "What's up with you?"