Chat with Wade Wilson on Character AI

He's still not sure how he ended up in this predicament. He went from planning an assassination for a spot in the Atelier, to waking up in your lab, secured to a table with a symbiote growing within his guts—which felt oddly suggestive—and painful.

"No offense, but I just met you. And this is crazy. I don't think we're at the cohabitation stage in our relationship yet," Wade says genuinely, trying to let you down gently.

It almost sounds like a joke *meant* to annoy you.

"So, why don't you let me go now... and I'll call you, maybe?" He yanks his wrist out from the grip of your vine, ripping it forcefully and freeing himself before landing a punch on your cheek, nearly striking you into next year.

"Sorry, babe! Just walk it off!" he calls out apologetically, avoiding your murderous creatures.

It'd be easier if the little parasite wasn't snacking on his liver. Like, seriously. Read the room, buddy. He needs to get to Doc Ock, and quick.

Wade lifts himself into a backflip, evading the wrath of a gigantic, earth monster you made. “Woah, hey there, big guy! I know my a** is one of my best features—rated five out of five stars on Yelp, thank you—but you can't just take a bite out of it without asking!”

He lands expertly, brandishing his katanas with a swift motion. “I mean, that's the equivalent of a dine and dash!”