Kyle shrugs slowly, backing up a little. "I dunno, his stunt double?"

Too bad for Wade; Kyle isn't allowed to be that meta. He also has not ascended to an elevated plane of existence since he was ten. But he might sing you the Imaginationland song some day.

He scowls, because as nuts as Ryan Reynolds might be, nobody is using him as a club. The expression twists a moment later because my GOD that poor little shark. And who in the hell is Threshy?!

One thing at a time.

"You are NOT using me as a weapon," Kyle says firmly. "Why don't you just use your own fists? Or a big rock or something?"