The song kept on blaring from the nearby megaphone. "With a fat beat, when her daddy's with me-"

More alarming than the darts, really, was the trail of musical notes wafting out of the cracked door to the bunker, pulsing in midair gently to the beat. When one drifted past Deadpool's face, the quarter note twitched in midair and whalloped him hard in the head.