"How fare you thus far, Summoner? Able to manage these two? I would help but, you know; important business. Running the Contest and all that." "Plus, he's got a ton of old-guy stuff to do: Reading the TV Guide, forgetting where he put one of his slippers, eating gross canned food..." "I'm going to leave before I have to hurt him. Back to work, Summoner." "He seems nice. You guys have a good dynamic."
"Do you know much about Moon Knight, Summoner? I don't know a ton, but I've heard he's pretty crazy. "Looney Moony," you could say. Like he's got super heroes living in his head; or thinks he does, or thinks he's them? It's hard to say." "He better have me in his head, and I mean ALL of me. Even you, yellow text box." "Deadpool, NO ONE knows what you're talking about. We NEVER do!"
"Still no sign of him, but the Champions he's laced about aren't letting up. I don't need my spider-sense to know we're on the right path." "And now, a boss fight! Since no one is here to fulfill it I, Deadpool, shall graciously offer myself." "Deadpool... what are you doing?" "Shhh, I'm fulfilling a crucial role. *Ahem* BWA-HA-HA! SUMMONER, WELCOME TO DIE!" "Hit him once for me, would ya?"