Ok, so maybe you were a less hairy, strawberry blond, Wolverine with guns.
Worked for a super secret government special ops squad.
Check.
Was experimented on by controllers of said super secret government squad.
Check.
Hair trigger, barely controlled psychotic rage.
Check.
Special "healing" powers that allow you to recover from...oh...crushed legs?
Check.
Still, it's so sad to see how far you've slipped.
Handing out Mardi Gras beads with a Kitty that has no mouth.
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Hah! Cute.
And Piko asks me why I won't take my Faramir action figures out of their boxes. I tell her it's because poor Faramir had it hard enough, he does not need to end up being a jewelry hanger too.
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