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The Park, Wednesday Evening

It seemed there just hadn't been enough insanity going on with the gremlins lately, so that was why there was a guy in red pajamas prancing around the park. Singing.

Well, really, it was all autotuned so that part was less important.

But aren't you all so, so glad you were there for the magic and wonder of this evening? Aren't you just thrilled?

"Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah)
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

That was a lot of yeahs.

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Where a random rapper shows up to help out...

TALK TO THE STAR!

...seriously, IDEK.

See, this was what Reno got for taking the weasel for a walk. He got to run into Deadpool, being... insane.

...

So, this was really just a normal day, for him, wasn't it?

"Look, man, I'm not gonna stop you or nothin', but I gotta let you know before you get too far? It's only Wednesday, yo."

Mako honked his agreement and performed a war dance at Deadpool's foot. Well, maybe it wasn't agreement. Maybe he just had no idea what to make of all those yeahs.

You learn to deal with it, Reno and Mako. You just learn to deal with it before you got autotuned all over your face.

Deadpool would do it too. Don't you make him.

"Seven a.m., waking up in the morning."

IT WAS THE EVENING. WHAT THE HELL.

"Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' everything, the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)..."

Meaning you, apparently, Reno.

Well, that was a dubious new distinction, for Reno. He made a bit of a face, pointing at himself with an eyebrow raised.

"Man, you gotta be kiddin', yo."

This was karma getting him back for the ham coffee, wasn't it? The ham coffee, and lighting this shit on fire at the radio station on Saturday. Karma, stop being a dick.

Karma would fuck you up, man. You just learned to roll with it or die trying.

"Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?"

Seriously, what kind of lyrics were those?

Look, Reno had seen the video. Deadpool Black here was welcome to take any seat that wasn't already occupied by the ass of a twelve year old. Because this bus was a convertible, and there wasn't a single person riding in it who was old enough to drive.

"... Yeah, you ain't stoppin' for nothin', are you?"

You have no hope, Reno. Just run awaaaay!

"It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend..."

Deadpool Black was mostly just swaying since dancing wasn't part of the video. Learn to deal with it.

"O-oh, no," said Butters, as he was out for a walk and maybe to play hide and seek with some squirrels, "there's an injured puppy somewhe--"

That was when he followed the sounds of what he thought were the pained whimperings of a maimed animal, and found out that his assumptions were wrong.

So very, very wrong.

"....awww, hamburgers. It's just some weirdo in red pajamas."

To which Butters could just sag his shoulders and expect the worst to happen next. That was usually how these sort of things turned out for him.

"And it's not even Friday!"

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"...Friday, Friday? Gotta get down on Friday?" Deadpool Black said warily. Because it was totally Friday.

IN HIS HEART.

"N-no, sir," said Butters, eying the man in red pajamas singing horribly about Friday, "it's Wednesday, and I don't think I should be gettin'...gettin' down with anyone on any day, especially strange people in parks wearin'....wearin' red, form fittin' pajamas."

Reno should have run away. Reno was more than fast enough to bid a quick retreat.

Reno had also pulled out his phone and dialed himself, though. This sucker was going to cut to his voicemail so that he could keep it forever. Suck it, Friday.

"Partyin', partyin', yeah," Reno mumbled, smirking and rolling his eyes. He had to hand it to Deadpool. At least when he got himself a gremlin bite, he got himself an earwormy one.

... And there was no possible way to sound worse than Rebecca Black and her autotuner, so that helped somewhat.

"But what about the partying?"

I REFUSE TO ACCEPT ANY PART IN THIS, OMG.

...that was very true.

"Partyin', partyin', Yeah!
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend!"

"Especially not the partying," said Butters, who, for some reason, felt it necessary to follow it up with another, "partying."

Really, Butters was just glad that there hadn't been a chance for there to be a video of him singing this Internet viral video to add to his less than impressive repertoire.

You brought this on yourself, Butters. "YEAH!"

"Which," Reno intoned helpfully, "ain't for another few days."

Just in case you were keeping track, here.

"7:45, we're drivin' on the highway."

Where did they go for forty five minutes? That was the real question.

"Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right, ay
I got this, you got this
Now you know it..."

KNOW WHAT? DEADPOOL, STOP SWAYING AND DANCE. DEAR GOD.

Seriously, the ferret was doing more dancing than you, Deadpool. And he was tripping over his own floppy, weaselly feet.

As you do.

... So help him, Reno was kind of starting to sway along, too.

"Nuh-uh," said Butters, with a wave of his hands. "Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh."

"Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I taaaaaake?"

Deadpool sang in his eerie witch voice, arms spread dramatically to illustrate how awesome Friday was.

"We're partyin', partyin'," Deadpool Black prompted again. You know you want to join in, Butters. Just give in.

Friday was especially awesome on Wednesdays, when you still had half the friggin' week to get through, first. It was scientific fact, Deadpool.

Science.

"It's Wednesday, Wednesday,
wrong damn song for Wednesday..."

What?

"At least we're passin' halfway
to the weekend, weekend..."

And look, no autotune!

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