it's deadpool $!%#@

yo!

ravenistic:

                      she stops
                      and turns,
                             s l o w l y.

               ’Whoever the hell else is in here — I’m giving you ‘till the count of three to get your peeping-tom ass out of here before I kill you. Is that understood?’

Oh shit. That was out loud
wasn’t it?
     ─[ yup. ]

   He was a dead man. He already
   knew it. There was no denying that
   especially when she realized it was
   him. Better to face the death that was
   coming than drag this out.

      She didn’t even have to start counting before
      he was scrambling out of the closet with both
      hands up.

“I’m out, I’m out!”

ravenistic:

Whispering from the closet: “Do it slower.”