No bouncing today as he waited for students to arrive. Nope, not in the mood for that.

"Now, if you'll recall in the first class I asked when you'd draw the line for a job. Today I want a more detailed answer," Deadpool said with a manic grin. "I know it's easy to say now that 'Oh, I'd never do that!' or 'No amount of money is worth that!', but come on now. If you want to be a mercenary, why the hell would you set limits?"

He twirled a small stiletto dagger in his hand, tossing it up into the air on occasion to catch it and continue the twirling.

"I want you to get into groups of two or three and figure out a good limit for a professional mercenary. Who will they kill, rob or protect? Megalomaniacal super villains bent on destroying the world? Friends? Family? The occasional old couple who want some really annoying kid to stop stealing from their shop and are willing to pay way too much? Gimme answers folks!"

[[ooc: Please wait for the OCD is up!]]