"Oh yeah, but I was dying so I checked myself into that place to be experimented on. In retrospect, a pretty shitty life decision. Pro-tip: If you are dying of cancer, just go ahead and die of cancer. It's better than weird government experimentation."

He contemplates this for a moment. "Although...if I'd followed that advice, I'd just be a nobody instead of Marvel's biggest cash cow. I'm absolutely better than Wolverine. Don't let anybody tell you any different. Sure, he has a book now and I don't, but that's only tempHURK!"

His ramble is cut off mid-sentence by a strong grip closing off his windpipe. Also puncturing it with fancy nails. Can't forget the punctures.

"..aw...you done got your nails did...just for me...my windpipe is...honored! They so...pretty!!! No seriously...who does your nails....I need a rec..."

He is kind of flopping and flailing against her, but how much of that is pain and how much is him just taking full advantage of being this close to Maleficent? All of the ellipses are labored, bubbling breaths with a punctured windpipe though so that much at least is legit.

"I wouldn't....do that...." He actually sounds serious. Sort of. "Unless...you want...extra me's....that are just the worst..."