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Midtown Manhattan, New York City, set somewhere in the 2000s. Concrete Jungle where dreams are made of, like Alicia Keys once said, and what Jay Z had to pander continuously for about 3 minutes about everything about the most incredible (and most inflated) city of our United States of America. Ah, what a great start to a story: introducing the setting to the audience is a really great way to ease them in, describe the environment because it’s fucking hard to visualise it inside a fanfic-
Deadpool, focus.
I am focusing.
You're not. God, why did I let you start to narrate this story?
Because you know I'm an audience favourite.
What does that even- I'm not going to even think about that. I told you to follow the script, Deadpool!
I am, but it could use some fixing up, you know cleaning up some shit, add some Pico de Gallo, you know anything that's not phase four of the MCU?
Deadpool.
What? It isn't a low blow when you're the cash cow, making sure a certain company that has a license to use us won't be bankrupt. You know what I mean, Chat? I'm looking at you, deep into your brownish-bluish-greenish eyes, if you are imagining it right now. Wink.
DEADPOOL
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Okay, okay fine Spidey. Only if you say please~
I swear to god, we need to get on with the story…
Okay, Okay! Jesus Christ, tight ass. But fine. Let me continue on with the story… Ahem.
Okay! Great.
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Uh, Deadpool?
Yes, Spidey?
You wanna… You wanna keep going…?
It’s for dramatic effect.
Deadpool!
QUE DOLLY PARTON!