Zone D -- The Foam

[Deadpool]

When Jak came to, he found himself laid out on a log. "Where are we?"

Deadpool sat on another log adjacent to Jak. He was hunched towards a small flame he had made, fiddling with a pistol. "Good morning, sleepy-head," he said. "And we're in a forest, or jungle--it's hard to tell."

Jak sat up and rubbed his head. "How'd we get here?"

You became bewildered, and attacked me," the mercenary replied. "I had to choice but to subdue you; afterwards, I carried you here."

"Where's my blaster?"

"Question after question--who's the annoying one now?" He pointed at Jak's feet, where the blaster and backpack leaned against the side of the log. "By the way, you should wear boxer-briefs, or something. I felt that elephant trunk you call a cock resting across my neck the entire way."

Deadpool refocused his attention on his pistol. He ran the cloth over each of the firearm's pieces, wiping away any gunk that may have accumulated since he last cleaned them; once he was done with a part, he reattached it to another clean piece.

Jak picked his bag up and took a look inside. He retrieved the tablet and placed it on his lap, but not before noticing one of his meals missing. "You take my food?"

Deadpool sighed. "I'm not that much of a douche . . . usually, he answered. Setting the pistol aside, he grabbed the hot meal he had cooked earlier. "Here, I made this for you. Figured you'd be hungry once you regained consciousness."

Jak leaned forward and took it from the mercenary's hands--salisbury steak with mashed potatoes and a vegetable medley. "Thanks."

"No prob."

The eco warrior began to devour the meal. Gravy dripped ran down his mouth like little rivers and cheap steak debris flew out as he ate with his jaw loose.

Deadpool returned to cleaning his gun. "Enjoy the meal, he said. "Soon, the item drops, and who knows who'll show up to contest us."

Jak was enjoying his meal too much to pay attention to the mercenary's warning. "There's tons of flavor in this," he mumbled under a mouthful of food.

Deadpool smirked. "Thanks, he replied, "I made use of some of the salt I had available on my person."

He meant the salt from his sweaty genitals.

Jakpool: moved from C15 to D4; awaiting item drop.