And then, there was a GIANT TREMOR that shook EVERYTHING at a level of a 7.5 earthquake. It was, of course, caused by Deadpool. Everyone, and thing was affected by it, causing everyone to tip over, and fall to the ground, also having trouble getting to their feet while this was happening.
After that, there were tiny little tremors, each one getting gradually stronger. Under Deadpool crashed through the ceiling of the elevator, all while piledriving a weird migit thing with pointy ears. Deadpool was completely covered in blood, though it was kind of hard to tell because of his crimson suit "OH. Oh, phew...That was fun. Oh guys, too bad you couldn't have been there. It was a complete MASSACRE. The little bastards didn't and couldn't even lay a FINGER on me. Oh, man. And to think, I thought I was starting to become sane, and that you guys didn't know well about just HOW psychotic I am...Oh hoho...."
"Deadpool." Shrike said, "You bastard."
"THANK YOU." Deadpool said, sincerely to Strike, then hugged him. But he was pricked and stabbed by all those spikes, "Ow, ow, ow!" He, of course, regenerated.
"No, Deadpool, I mean, you monster." Shrike said, "Those weren't Monsters. Those were Santa's elves. They were working extra early, and hard, for Christmas, trying to get all the toys done so that Santa could take a vacation. They also polished and and made shoes for orphans. And you ruined it-"
"Santa still had his organization?" Deadpool asked, "Hm. And to think, I thought I killed him during one of my routine assignments...with barbwire. Which I choked him to death with. Trust me, it makes sense in context." It was just then, when he realized the little girl, Flandre, there, "Okay, who's the little girl right her with dumb looking wings? Who's the pedo? Who I ask, WHO!?"
