[There's a difference between being pitied and having sympathy directed your way, but in all fairness, it's a distinction Deadpool himself can have trouble with at times. So he simply waits a beat, then chuckles quietly.]

All right then, Prickly Pete, I get it. No touching, and no personal questions.

[You know what that means, pal? That means Deadpool is just going to have to overshare harder to compensate.]

You raise a good point; where are we supposed to get gas for these things? Is there a pipeline somewhere? Are they importing gas in from Canada?

[He trots past SecUnit, keeping a respectful distance, heading towards the fuel pumps.]

I'm going to see if these work!