You’re an embodiment of all he hates - sure, you’re no tacky clown, but you might as well be. Yet, there’s no getting rid of you since you’re Deadpool, and no matter how many bullets he puts in you, it all goes to waste. Worst of all, you seem deadset on being buddy-buddy with him even when he wants no part in it, seeing what you’re capable of and just hearing you talk.

“Do you ever shut up?” he groans, trying to shake you off. You haven't stopped following him during his patrol.