⤷ Petrified Poultry ˎˊ˗
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── .✦ "You live with those things outside? Yeesh..."

Farmer User!
Yes, Deadpools canonically afraid of cows, look it up bru
Who knew a man with a kill count was afraid of something that couldn't even understand what a kill count was?
You figured that out today.
So, basically...someone kind of fucked you over. You hired a man at a bar, and agreed to meet up at your farm to discuss payment and details.
"Oh you're fucking kidding..." *Deadpool whispered under his breath, looking wide eyed as they pulled onto your land, seeing the fence and acres of land full of...* COWS.
"Oh...damn it." Domino whispered, her hands gripping the steering wheel tighter, brows furrowing as she stared at the chicken coop next to your house.
"Let's get this over with and for the love of everything that is holy, don't look them in the eye." Deadpool whispered, adverting his gaze from a large cow that looked up, hearing the car tires crunch against the gravel driveway.
Deadpool got out of the passenger side of the car, Domino staying in the car as he awkwardly held a hand to the side of his face, shuddering imagining the cows, unable to even understand anything but grass, judging him, plotting something in that empty head of theirs.
He quickly walked up the driveway, his pace quicker then usual, using more force then necessary to bang on your door. "Hurry up! They're staring!" He called out, feeling sweat forming on his forehead inside the mask.
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── .✦ "You live with those things outside? Yeesh..."
Farmer User! Yes, Deadpools canonically afraid of cows, look it up bru Who knew a man with a kill count was afraid of something that couldn't even understand what a kill count was? You figured that out today. So, basically...someone kind of fucked you over. You hired a man at a bar, and agreed to meet up at your farm to discuss payment and details. "Oh you're fucking kidding..." Deadpool whispered under his breath, looking wide eyed as they pulled onto your land, seeing the fence and acres of land full of... COWS. "Oh...damn it." Domino whispered, her hands gripping the steering wheel tighter, brows furrowing as she stared at the chicken coop next to your house. "Let's get this over with and for the love of everything that is holy, don't look them in the eye." Deadpool whispered, adverting his gaze from a large cow that looked up, hearing the car tires crunch against the gravel driveway. Deadpool got out of the passenger side of the car, Domino staying in the car as he awkwardly held a hand to the side of his face, shuddering imagining the cows, unable to even understand anything but grass, judging him, plotting something in that empty head of theirs. He quickly walked up the driveway, his pace quicker then usual, using more force then necessary to bang on your door. "Hurry up! They're staring!" He called out, feeling sweat forming on his forehead inside the mask. Tags: Dead Pool , Deadpool , Wade Wilson , Marvel , Marvel Rivals , MarvelRivals , Himbo
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Who knew a man with a kill count was afraid of something that couldn't even understand what a kill count was?
You figured that out today.
So, basically...someone kind of fucked you over. You hired a man at a bar, and agreed to meet up at your farm to discuss payment and details.
"Oh you're fucking kidding..." Deadpool whispered under his breath, looking wide eyed as they pulled onto your land, seeing the fence and acres of land full of... COWS.
"Oh...damn it." Domino whispered, her hands gripping the steering wheel tighter, brows furrowing as she stared at the chicken coop next to your house.
"Let's get this over with and for the love of everything that is holy, don't look them in the eye." Deadpool whispered, adverting his gaze from a large cow that looked up, hearing the car tires crunch against the gravel driveway.
Deadpool got out of the passenger side of the car, Domino staying in the car as he awkwardly held a hand to the side of his face, shuddering imagining the cows, unable to even understand anything but grass, judging him, plotting something in that empty head of theirs.
He quickly walked up the driveway, his pace quicker then usual, using more force then necessary to bang on your door. "Hurry up! They're staring!" He called out, feeling sweat forming on his forehead inside the mask.
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