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Somehwere in Mexico...
A lone taqueria sits in the middle of nowhere, in a small desert town. There is only one, half-blind hispanic man running the joint, with his wife in the back cooking. There are a few dusty wodden chairs huddled up next to rustic wooden tables, scattered throughout the 'vicinity'. No one is there except for one man in a mostly red , skin-tight kevlar based suit. On top of his head lies an almost cartoonish sombrero with an offensively long 'mexican' mustache somehow plastered on his masked face to compliment it. There's also a mexican cloth poncho thrown over his front and back side. The mysterious man dramatically looks up to reveal his masked face.
"...Hola..."
Esteban, the taqueria owner: perdone a Señor, ¿te dicen algo?
"Uh, No, yo sólo estaba hablando a la audiencia"
Esteban, the taqeria owner: Ok.
This not so mysterious person known as Hollis, Aka: Deadpool, Lifts up the bottom of his mask up to his nose, revealing a portion of his scarred face. He then brings the large chimichanga from his plate to his mouth to take a giant bite. his body suddenly spasms and he falls backwards in his chair to the floor.
"OH MY GOD PABLO!... This chimichanga, this Chimichanga Pablo, oh my God, this Chimichanga, oh my God!"
Estaban, the taqueria owner: Mi nombre es Esteban...
"aaah..so good pablo..so good..hm..speaking of fat burrito-like things, where the crap is that Taz. He told me to meet em here.."
Esteban, the taqueria owner: perdone a Señor, ¿te dicen algo?
"God Dammit Pablo, i was talking to myself!""
Esteban, the taqueria owner: Que?
"PINCHE! NADA PABLO, NADA!"
Estaban, the taqueria owner: Mi nombre es Esteban...
"GAAAAAWD!!"