” yeah, genetic, right?
i had a friend who
knew a lot more about
it than me. a doctor. ”
And he’s gonna pause and
try not to ask who the guy is
arguing with. Approaching
strangers on the street is like
russian roulette.
” you mind if i ask what. you do.
i’m — i’ve got a thing too, but it’s
complicated. i kinda pick things
up off people like you. ”
“….no not genetic.”
─{ Told you. Not mutant. }
Wade huffed off the voice, deciding
to focus on the guy talking to him instead.
The real guy, not the voice inside his
head. Actually he was a bit curious as
to what this guy was getting at.
“Wait. You picked something off me?
That sounds like we’re passing an
STD back and forth.”
─[ He’s hinting around to you
telling him what he picked
up. ]
“Hehe.”
─[ Shut up. ]
“Alright buddy. Let’s play
a game. I’ll show you what
you picked up, but ya gotta
trust me.”
And with that, Wade pulled out
his pistol and aimed it at him.
“It miiiight hurt a little, just saying.”
