He walks off of the side of the bridge, landing in one of the cars in the convoy. Anyway, I got places to be, a face to fix, and - oh! Bad guys to kill. And let me tell you ( In an Australian accent) he’s got a nice pair of smooth criminals down under. I know, right? Who’s balls did I have to fondle to get my very own movie? I can’t tell you, but it does rhyme with Pullverine. We see that the picture he’s drawing is him shooting Francis in the head. He’s listening to music and coloring a picture with crayons. Cut to him sitting on the side of the bridge. DOPINDER: And a convival Tuesday in April to you too, Mr. DEADPOOL: But, uh, how ‘bout a crisp high-five! DOPINDER: Okay. DEADPOOL: I, I never carry a wallet while I’m working. They’re on the middle of a bridge over a highway. We’re here! Dopinder slams on the breaks. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve bullets, or bust. DEADPOOL: Aw, shit! I forgot my ammo bag! DOPINDER: Shall we turn back? DEADPOOL: Nope, no time. CUT TO: TAXI Deadpool begins patting his costume, looking for something. FRANCIS: Pleasure doing business with you. Francis drops the man, who chokes a little. MAN: Okay! FRANCIS: We’ll deliver in full the following month. Francis grabs the man by the throat and lifts him into the air. FRANCIS: See, we’ve had this small disruption to our supply chain. You’re not the only one with a war to win. What about next month’s shipment? FRANCIS: There won’t be one. Francis smiles and taps on a crate, standing up.
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