That there was a place with hundreds of Spider-Booties!

Et tu, Kitty?

Yes, but Wade is Deadpool. Those silly little rules don't apply to him because the writer said so.

He can buy (steal) a whole warehouse worth of pain relievers.

GASP! His Spidey is his baby boy! His ride and die! His home skillet biscuit! His good time boy!

There's Spider-Animals. A Spider-Cat!

Jeff would bite his hand off if he tried.

He could mentally do it. He just wants to meet them.

But-!

"Make it Tangled, Brave, or Encanto and you just might."

"In a pinch? Apple. But preferably peach. None of that fruit punch nonsense."

"There's juice for almost every type of fruit. Unfortunately, there's no Deadpool juice, yet."

"It would be completely ethical and organic!"

"Of course not! We could market it as such, though!"

"See? Brucie sees the appeal!"

"Basically peach red bull with a dash of apple juice, maybe some taco seasoning. "

"You didn't know peach juice boxes existed until ten minutes ago, so ha!"

"Well, maybe your unborn child has bad taste!"

Working on her fitness?

Oooh. Not gonna work, but good try, kid!