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"Deadpool ke stažení zdarma," Wade muttered, his voice muffled by the red spandex. "Deadpool for free download. Really, Wade? You’re pirating your own life story? That’s low, even for us."

Wade Wilson sat in his favorite recliner, the one with the questionable stuffing and the faint scent of chimichangas, staring intensely at a glowing laptop screen. The cursor blinked rhythmically, mocking him.

Wade’s eyes went wide behind his mask. He slammed the laptop shut so hard the plastic cracked. He sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator.

He clicked a suspiciously large green button that promised "HIGH SPEED DOWNLOAD – NO VIRUS – 100% LEGIT." Almost instantly, his screen exploded. Not literally—though that would have been more exciting—but with a relentless barrage of pop-ups.

"Win a free cruise to the Raft!""Hot mutants in your area want to meet!""Click here to enlarge your... katanas?"

The white box in his head sighed. Wade, you’re downloading a Trojan horse. Your laptop is literally screaming in binary right now.