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Deadpool had it coming!

"HELLO, HELLO, HELLO!!!", sanged Deadpool, an mercenary with a big sharp mouth. He's a real good friend of mine. But sometimes, he irritates me when he brags about himself and all.

But don't worry, I have plans for him.

That Saturday night, he and I made a bet while watching football on demand. I made to him that if his team wins, I have to buy him every cigeratte and beer drinks everytime when I go to the store. But if my team wins, he has to do everything I want.

Hour by hour, me and Deadpool were rooting for our teams, desperate to win the bet. At the end of the game, my team score a "touch-down". I won the bet, and that means that Deadpool must do as I ask him to.

"OK,ok. Your team won, you win the bet", said Deadpool. "Now, is there anything you want me to do?"

"Well, there's one thing", I said. "What?", Deadpool asked. "Name it". I lure him to the attic, and have him sit on the comfy chair. As I planned to tie him up, Deadpool figured out what I'm trying to do. He could of got up and go, but he's a little too late for that now that he's tied up. He said,"If you're planning to tickle my feet, good luck with taking my boots off".

"Who says I taking you shoes off?", I replied. Deadpool's smile went away after what I said. I used my magic spell to turn his boots into bare-feet that blend in with his shoe color. He has bare feet that matches the shoes he's wearing, and his suit.

So I put on soft, fluffy, gloves, and tickled the assassin's foot. Deadpool bursted out laughing. "H-HEY! STOP IT, THAT TICKLES!!", cried Deadpool. "PLEASE STOP!!! LEAVE MY FOOT ALONE!!! C'MON!!!" I ankle-locked his foot, and tickled mercilessly all over, and underneath his sexy handsome foot.

Deadpool lets out a huge sound of laughter. I guess he's really, really, ticklish. His laughing and sqiurming lives me up so bad that I don't want to stop. I love the way he sqiurms his feet, that I wanna give him more.

I'm really killin' that guy.

Me: Look up here, and beg me.

Deadpool: PLEASE STOP!!!!

Me: Please stop what?

Deadpool: PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME!!!!

Me: Tickling you where?

Deadpool: MY FEET!!!!

As I tickle Deadpool's feet, I feel that his personality led him into my desire. The cocky he is, the more he gets what he asked for.

I don't feel guilty at all of tormenting poor oh Deadpool. Cuz for that stunt, he had it coming. So his feet is mine.

Written by Jake and Thomas

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