"Look, he doesn't talk for me." Deadpool said, stepping out. "My only complaint is that we could have solved this damn thing ages ago, but, NOOOOO, we have to be mysterious and hateful and cryptic and make everyone work for it. We've spent a good year cleaning everyone's messes and fighting each other and solving picture puzzles that are missing half the pieces in the box and for what? Standing out here in the rain talking to a tater tot who thinks she's the be-all, end-all?"

Deadpool shook his head in annoyance. "All I have to ask is this - can we just skip to the fighting because I'm pretty sure that even if we had the answer and the cure of cancer at the same time, you'd still kill us out of Doctor Doom-ish spite."