Nicks part of the fucking collab

Here I am, shirtless, in front of three beautiful maids.

"Your name was Redheart correct?" I say pointing to the pick haired maid.

R: "Yes."

"And you're Octavia?" Pointing to the dark haired girl in the middle

O: "Correct."

"And you're Cloud Chaser?" Pointing to the spikey haired girl on the left.

CC: "Yes I am."

"Okay, three things we need to get straight. One, I don't wear a shirt because I'm a jerk, or wanna show off my body, I just don't like shirts. Two, you girls are not going to work, we are going to have fun, and only fun. Three, the only times you will work is when I am either hurt, or I break something. Got it?

"Yes sir."

"Okay, where's my part of the house?"

The girls led me to my room, which obviosuly needed a new paint job, but we can get to that later. Taking out my phone, I jump onto a chair, and dial a number.

"Yes, I'd like strippers to come to 1234 oak street please, thank you."

R: "Wha-, why are you having strippers come here?"

"They're not for me, just to be in the house."

R: "That really doesn't answer my que-"

"Hush, now is the ti-," I was cut off when I was getting off the chair and it tipped over, slamming me on the floor.

"Fuck this chair"

I proceeded to take the chair, carry it to the room we entered, set it down, reach into my bag and pull out my shotgun.

CC: "Cool! What are you going to use that for?"

"The damn chair of course."

R: "Why would you think about doing such a thi-"

BAM!

"Fuck you chair..., oh, and just in time for the strippers."

Inviting the strippers in to run around, I head back to my room.

"We're still not done with that chair, Redheart, go get a beer bottle and a lighter, Octavia, go get a rag, Cloud Chaser, get me some gasoline.

R: "Why would you possibly need such things?"

"You'll see!"

After the girl retrieved the items, I proceeded to make a molotov.

"Fuck you chair!"

Setting the chair in a blaze, I kick it out the door. Walking away to my room. I enter my room, put on my pajamas, no shirt of course, and rest for the night, dreaming of fire and Deadpool, at 5 in the afternoon.