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.. Down the hall and around the corner, DeadPool stares at the empty coffeemaker. “What the cock is this shit?�?/FONT> A staff member (white guy, mid 40’s going bald a little) shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell ya. I checked the storeroom this morning and there was no more coffee. I normally keep this machine going all day but the last week or so, it’s like there’s an extra 50 people drinking coffee in this building.�?/FONT> DeadPool was still in shock. He couldn’t move, he just stared. “This has to be a bad dream ..�?/FONT> “There should be more by Monday pal.�?/FONT> Twitch. “Hey good match against Drew pal. I thought you were going to get yer ass handed to you by him but you held your own pretty good ..�?/FONT> Twitch, twitch. �?. not fair ..�?/FONT> �?. that High Risk Title is available soon, you should ..�?/FONT> “HULK SMASH!!!�?/STRONG> DeadPool grabs the staff member, kicks him in the balls doubling him over, hooks him around the waist and powerbombs him right through the fuckn�?table! The contents of the table go flying and the poor staff member is laid out amid the debris. “Stupid lack of caffeine and sugar ..�?/FONT> He kicks the unconscious staff member in the ribs. “This place will never make it as a national company if they can’t EVEN KEEP COFFEE IN THE FARGIN BUILDING?!�?/STRONG> DeadPool leans against the nearest wall, his hand at his forehead. “Getting weak .. blood sugar level dropping .. need .. coffee ..�?/FONT> Overacting 101. He’s weaving and wobbling down the hall. It is at time that Rorie comes walking around the corner in all her sexiness and lollypop sucking. Let me tell ya, most men would be sporting wood right now and not really know what to do with themselves. Well not DeadPool .. well, ok he’s at half mast but that’s not the point. He knows exactly what he is doing, right here and right now .. “YOINK!�?/STRONG> DEADPOOL SNATCHES THAT SWEET CANDY RIGHT OUT OF HER MOUTH AND RUNS LIKE HELL!! That’s right. To escape the certain crash and paralysis of the low end of a sugar and caffeine addiction, DeadPool steals Rorie’s lollypop and is pumping those legs while he sucks on that hard candy treat. �?STRONG>HEY! What the fuck?!�?/FONT> “SORRY! NEED THIS! DYING!�?/STRONG> Rorie gets a glint in her eye and the chase is on! “AHHHHHH!�?/STRONG> DeadPool bolts and damn if that pale ass motherfucker isn’t fast as all hell! He loses Rorie pretty quickly but she doesn’t give up. We find her walking down a different hallway and she sees a picture on the wall of Ryan Cain with a mop through it. Her eyes go to the supply closet on the opposite side of the picture and she whips open the door to find DeadPool standing there with an empty lollypop stick. “Uhhh .. here.�?/FONT> Rorie hisses and jumps in the supply closet with DeadPool and the door slams shut behind her. Sounds like she’s kicking his ass right now, poor bastard .. 67 minutes later .. Now, we’re not going to speculate about what happened in that supply closet for the past hour plus. Nope, that’s not our job. That’s between the dreadlocked freak and the buxom nymphet. DeadPool staggers out and flops against the wall, sliding down onto his ass .. he looks exhausted. Rorie comes strutting out fixing her hair and pulls out another lollypop and plops it in between her full lips. “Wow ..�?/FONT> “Yup.�?/FONT> “I think my foot is broken.�?/FONT> “Boo hoo.�?/FONT> “See ya in a couple days.�?/FONT> “Whatever, boys are stupid ..�?/FONT> Rorie walks off as DeadPool waits for feeling to come back to his legs ..
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