Deadpool was tap-tap-tapping on a phone that somehow appeared on his person in the last ten seconds. He grimaces and tosses it into the magma around the platform. "Wow, that chatroom turned into a drama fest fast. Never thought of wonderwoman to be the one to start yelling obscenities." He sighs and watches the dragons. "Question, hey! You! Dragon! Not you, the ugly one. Oh, nevermind you're all ugly as it is. One of you come down here!" The dragon looks at him in confusion, and roars in his face. Deadpool then proceeds to gouge out his eyeballs with a tea spoon he saved from that one anime game world they went to. It was his lucky spoon, it never let him down when he needed it most. Whether it was scratching his nether regions or eating taco salad.