Wade seems like he doesn't have a care in the world as they plummet. He even turns in the air, hands resting behind his head like he's laying on a bed and not falling to his death, "Happy thoughts... hmm." He seems to think about that, "I gotta be careful about that one or this is going to turn into a wet dream." Wade waggles his hairless brows, then grins, "Oh! I've got something!"

Suddenly they are on their feet again, and covered in blood. The singing has mercifully stopped, and the puppets are nowhere to be found. But they are standing on a pile of bodies. Bodies wearing different variations of polka-dots and bright colors, and big red shoes much too big for their feet.

"Fuck you, clowns!" The man is now dressed up in a full-body red and black suit, with two katanas in his hands being wielded with brutal precision as they are being surrounded by more clowns, all laughing, honking their noses, and smiling even as Wade slaughters them. He looks over to his dream visitor, pulling out one of his Desert Eagle pistols from its holster and tossing it to him, "Make yourself useful, kid! These bastards need to die! Ha-ha! Oh, yes-- this is much better. This is my happy place!"