If there was one thing Wade enjoyed, it was a surprise. Maybe not the typical sort of surprises one generally thought of, like a birthday party, or a spontaneous gift from a loved one, but rather the sort that made people jump outta their skin in fright, or scream in terror. There was something so utterly satisfying in getting the jump on someone and seeing the moment of panic on their faces before they realized what was happening. Yes, Wade was a fan of surprises.

It was with this in mind that Deadpool, overcome with inspiration and in the market for a good distraction thanks to his current job, made the very well thought out decision to plant small amounts of explosives in the watermelon stand on this particular day, at one of the more popular vendors. Also, you know, it was gonna be funny as hell. Can you imagine their faces? Exploding fruit!

With a roguish grin, Deadpool counts down the seconds before the produce goes up. A bit louder than anticipated, a boom does go off and the crowded downtown streets becomes even more chaotic as people start screaming. Variations of "Oh my God!", "It's an attack!", and "Why are the watermelons exploding?!" are heard all around and Deadpool lets out a snicker.

Chuckling openly now, Deadpool ducks to avoid a particularly large and sticky piece of melon as it rained down around him and throws himself into the throng of panicked people, katanas raised and swinging wildly.

Leaping around like an elegant dancer, or perhaps a young child before they wet themselves, Deadpool takes a deep breath. "Are you not entertained?!"

[How good was Gladiator?]

{Russell Crowe, right? Hubba, hubba!}

White and Yellow were enjoying themselves just as much as he was. Feeling vaguely at peace in the pandemonium (and not entirely disappointed with where his mind was taking him thinking about Russell Crowe), Deadpool is careful to not hit any passersby. He was aiming to rile people up, not maim innocents. He just needed the eyes of a certain dead man walking on him for the time being. It was about sending a message. He just… wasn't exactly positive of what sort of message he was going for, yet. Whatever, he'd figure it out. He was good at that.

Throughout the mass of running idiots, one person catches Deadpool's eye. There, a single woman dressed in what he supposes is business casual clutches her stomach as she nearly keels over from laughing so hard. She's especially covered in the sticky fruit having been apparently standing at ground zero in his latest escapades. Pieces of melon are sliding off her face onto her shoes, but she looks anything but upset over this fact as she tries and fails to gain control over herself, slipping in the mess around her.

Deadpool turns his gleeful grin on you under his mask. At least someone appreciated his work.