TXT to Warren

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

Second to last treatment today. You should bring me something back from Italy. Something really Italian that won't melt.

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TXT to Wade

[x-highflying.livejournal.com]

Currently in Luxumbourg, heading to Amsterdam. Might be able to pick you up something there.

TXT to Warren

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

So what you're really saying is you're going to get me something very Luxumbourgian or Amsterdamian.

TXT to Wade

[x-highflying.livejournal.com]

I can do something Dutch. I could get you some clogs.

TXT to Warren

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure you could find clogs big enough for me, flyboy.

TXT to Wade

[x-highflying.livejournal.com]

That sounds like a challenge.

TXT to Warren

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

If you want to take it as such, be my guest. But I'm not clicking my heels for you in them if you find any. Not unless you ask real nice, anyway.

TXT to Wade

[x-highflying.livejournal.com]

What size shoe do you take? I'll find something. And I'll look forward to see you wearing them.

TXT to Warren

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

You've seen my feet. Part of your challenge is to get the appropriate size without me telling you what it is. Go forth and buy clogs, flyboy. We'll see how you've faired in your mission once you've returned.

TXT to Wade

[x-highflying.livejournal.com]

Now that is just cruel. But I accept your challenge, and will happily prove you wrong.