Watching someone run around with a weird little baby-arm flopping everywhere is an experience Kyle can add to his ever expanding list of Shit I Didn't Need to See.
"I don't really know what I'm supposed to learn?" he laments right before he bowls over the skull to face-plant in the sand. "Fuck."
He sits up and scoots back, getting wet sand all down his pants but not really caring. It's a lost cause at this point. He looks at Deadpool, then at the skull. Then at Deadpool again.
"I'm supposed to talk to it? About what? What did YOU say?"
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"I don't really know what I'm supposed to learn?" he laments right before he bowls over the skull to face-plant in the sand. "Fuck."
He sits up and scoots back, getting wet sand all down his pants but not really caring. It's a lost cause at this point. He looks at Deadpool, then at the skull. Then at Deadpool again.
"I'm supposed to talk to it? About what? What did YOU say?"