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[aerospacecommander]

First, let me just remind all of you that whatever is being said about me is probably not true.

Jetfire is making stuff up again.

Don't listen to him.

Ever.

Anyway --

Also I'm on the law committee now. Isn't that great?

[He's totally smirking with that last part.]

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[aerospacecommander]

If anyone is going to kill him, it's gonna be me. Call it a personal thing.

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I take it you mean, what would you get in return?

[Because he's not really sure what you meant.]

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[holla_atcha_boy]

Hey, fair enough. Not one to get in the way of, you know, a bit of the ol' personal vengeance.

[ Unless I'm paid to.]

Hey this kind of quality doesn't work for free.

[ Unless it's personal.]

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[aerospacecommander]

So what would you want? Technology? Weapons? It's not like we have an actual currency around here.

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[holla_atcha_boy]

Weapons might be handy.

[ As in 'more weapons than hands, plzkthx'.]

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[aerospacecommander]

That I can do. Weapons are a bit of a specialty of mine.

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[holla_atcha_boy]

Well hot diggity dog.

[ I could go for a hot dog right about now, actually. Or forty.]

[ Your intestines remember last time you did that. Not. Impressed.]

So what's state of the robot-art in robot-killing?

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[aerospacecommander]

Depends on your style. Are you looking for blows-everything-up-type guns, or something that disables, or did you want a glowy-sword?

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[holla_atcha_boy]

Oh, I'm all about style.

[ You sure are. ]

Big fan of overkill, you know. Baysplosions. Why kill someone if it's not going to register on the Richter scale?

[ ...to get paid, dummy. ]

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[aerospacecommander]

[He only has half an idea of what you are talking about. And he's not even sure if that's correct.]

Right. Things that blow things up. I can do that. Any other specifications?

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[holla_atcha_boy]

No cutesy strings like owing half my soul to Satana, or, you know, unkillable but hideous.

[Satana was hot, though. ....little Hell joke there. ]

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[aerospacecommander]

I have no idea what you are referring to.

[Really, he doesn't.]

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[holla_atcha_boy]

Look. Let's cut to the chase.

Weapons. That go boom. Big boom. That one particular Wade Winston Wilson can use without getting his own self blowed up real good.

Yes/No/Waffles?

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[aerospacecommander]

My weapons don't blow up unless they are supposed to.

[Unlike, you know, Wheeljack.]

I'll come up with some designs and you can pick what you what you want.

And --

... Waffles?

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[holla_atcha_boy]

Yeah well just make sure these ain't 'supposed to' while I'm holding them.

[ Because we've never been doublecrossed or played like that before. Nope. Just...all the time. ]

Groovy.

[ Groovy? You need to lay off the Evil Dead movies. ]

Waffles. Don't tell me you're a pancakes guy. Because, yeah, Deadpool doesn't do business with pancakers.

[ OR those weirdos who do crepes. Don't even get us started on crepes. ]

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[aerospacecommander]

I have no idea what you are talking about.

[Why are you so confusing, Deadpool? Why?]

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[holla_atcha_boy]

It's my Ancient Chinese Secret.

[ That was possibly the lamest thing you have ever said, Deadpool.]

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[aerospacecommander]

Uh huh. Righty.

I'll get back to you with those weapon plans.

[Because you're weird and he's going now.]