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Frank Castle

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Unfortunately for you, I've been forced to step in.


Seeing as how the other guy couldn't handle it, I'm here to take care of things.


So here's how we're gonna do this.


I'm gonna clean up some of this sheet that's been lying around.


It won't be too hard to find my victims.  


I always leave my calling card.


And you're gonna find their cause of death, and the similarities between them.


 


I won't tell you how many victims I'll have.


You'll have to be patient.


But if you don't wanna be one of 'em, I suggest cooperating.


In the meantime, I'm gonna mosey on over to settle some unfinished business.


I've got a date with the Devil, and one RSVPing.


Shouldn't take too long, so I'll be back to deal with you in no time.


Don't wait up.


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Why Mr. Castle, this certainly seems to be a bit extreme. Surely, we can work something out? As President, I can offer you a pardon if you agree to play nice.

 

Frank, is it?  Frank Underwood?

Right, I heard about you.

See, thing is, Mr. President, I don't play nice.

I play for keeps.

Kinda like how you played for Zoey Barnes.

And Peter Russo.

I'm not the one who needs a pardon, Frank.  You picked the wrong time to become President.

 

Remember that train you pushed Zoey in front of?

It's running on time.

And I've got a ticket already purchased for you.

Though it's a one way trip.

I wouldn't want you to miss it, Frank.

Remy says hi.  And Claire will join you soon.

Consider this your impeachment.

 

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Have a Coke, Mr. Castle. It'll do you some good.

 

 

You ever offer me anything other than Pepsi again, you're gonna regret it.

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You ever offer me anything other than Pepsi again, you're gonna regret it.

 

That was not me, good sir. While you were gone, Achmed blew up up, sending me into a short coma. During this time, my nemesis, Captain Cola, hacked my account.

 

It will not happen again. I'll be sure of that.

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That was not me, good sir. While you were gone, Achmed blew up up, sending me into a short coma. During this time, my nemesis, Captain Cola, hacked my account.

 

It will not happen again. I'll be sure of that.

 

Well, welcome home, Pepsi Man.

If that coke snortin' fiend shows up again, give me a shout.

I'll be happy to take care of it for you.

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Dunno.

I was too busy finding a suitable means to kill my next victim.

Besides.

Warnings have no meaning to me.

They're nothing more than empty threats.

Or is that your way of saying you're ready for me to send you back to where you came from?

I'd be happy to oblige.

 

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Frank, is it?  Frank Underwood?

Right, I heard about you.

See, thing is, Mr. President, I don't play nice.

I play for keeps.

Kinda like how you played for Zoey Barnes.

And Peter Russo.

I'm not the one who needs a pardon, Frank.  You picked the wrong time to become President.

 

Remember that train you pushed Zoey in front of?

It's running on time.

And I've got a ticket already purchased for you.

Though it's a one way trip.

I wouldn't want you to miss it, Frank.

Remy says hi.  And Claire will join you soon.

Consider this your impeachment.

 

Alright, then. If you want to play dirty, I'll play dirty. One time you were a cyborg zombie fighting to protect an underground monster city. Another time, you underwent surgery to make you look black. And then there's that one time where you teamed up with Marshall Mathers himself. Quite a storied life, don't you think? I'm sure I could dig up more embarrassing tidbits of your "career" as a vigilante, but the truth is that you are nothing more than a hypocrite. You engage in the same tactics, if not even more atrocious means, as the mobsters that killed your family. And you take your vengeance much farther than just destroying the people that destroyed your life. Now, you exist for the sole purpose of fighting anyone you deem as "unworthy". Yet, despite all of your supposed prowess at slaughtering the common man, you can't seem to bring down a bunch of brightly-colored costumed freaks just because they can do things you can't. You aren't a monster, Mr. Castle. You're a bully that gets his rocks off on taking the lives of people under the pretext of "justice" and tortures thugs for the thrill of it all. You are an utter psychopath that only needed a flimsy reason to go berserk. And you make me sick.

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Aww, Frank.  You're making me blush.


The fact that you took the time to look up my life story is a bit embarrassing.


I appreciate all of the interest you've put into my history.


I'm a piece of sheet.  The difference is I don't try to hide it.


And after I've killed everyone like you, including those damn Avengers, I'm gonna off myself.


So that when I join all of you in hell, I can torment you for eternity.


Even in death, Frank, I'll be the one to make you suffer.


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