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Office Hours, [All Day, Monday]

There being a severe lack of peeps in England, Bond had collected quite a number of them yesterday after they'd hardened, and was now experimenting in ways to eat them.

Currently he was holding a skewer of them over a Bunsen burner he'd acquired somewhere.

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Deadpool was going to walk by to grab lunch, but...

The Bunsen burner... IT CALLED TO HIM.

"Put them in the microwave! They explode in that fun Alien kinda way."

"They do?" Bond asked, blowing on a peep that had been just that bit too close to the flame and had caught fire.

Deadpool nodded sagely. "And if you give them toothpicks, it looks like they're dueling."

A beat.

"before the explosion, of course."

"I imagine it would be hard to do anything but be exploded afterwards."

"But it is fun for those short seconds!" Deadpool insisted.

Bond considered the not quite so flaming peeps. "But wouldn't a toothpick hasten the exploding?" he asked seriously.

Deadpool cocked his head to the side. "I never thought about it like that."

"I suppose if there was some way of adhering the toothpick without damage to the peep itself..." Bond mused.

"Duct tape!"

Okay, so Deadpool might just like the word.

"Kinky."

"Less so than you'd think," Deadpool replied. "Especially after staying that way for a few days."

"It is rather hell on the shoulder blades, isn't it?" Bond agreed.

"More on the bladder! I had to go to the bathroom half that time."

"True, kidneys aren't really that forgiving, either."

His kidneys hated him so darn much.

"Or the liver!"

"Or...other parts."

He wasn't going to clarify which, after all they were still in working order and that was the important thing.

That got Deadpool to wince. "Now I want a beer." A beat. "Or some peeps. Mmm, sugary alcohol."

"I wonder if they dissolve in alcohol," Bond said, pushing the basket of peeps in Deadpool's direction.

Grabbing a peep, Deadpool held up up close to his face. "Hmmm. Now I must try this forbidden fruit."

"Maybe vodka might work better than beer," he suggested. "Or something with a higher-proof."

Bond made a mental note to get a minibar installed in his office at the earliest opportunity.

"Sake, maybe?" Deadpool suggested. "Mmm, nothing gets ya drunk quicker..."

"Plus the heat might dissolve the sugar faster."

"All it needs now is something deep fried to make it perfect!"

"Mars bar," Bond replied quickly. "You can get them in the better fish and chip shops."

Deadpool hummed happily. "Best thing to come out of England since... Canada."

"Probably a touch more unhealthy for you than the average Canadian though."

"Not if I'm the Canadian in question!"

"You are far from the average Canadian, yes."

...

mmm...melty marshmallow goodness.

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