No wonder he's always in a terrible mood (nothing to do with Wade's presence): he's got the diet of a poor college kid. "Oh, I asked Helen if I could help her make everything and we got to chatting about her grandkids. Told her I'd see if I could get her son outta jail, too. You should've come in!"

"Take it easy Log', I deleted all the camera footage I'm not an /amateur/," he scoffs, tossing one of the bags in the back and climbing in with the other. "I'm kidding— did you know they sell pulled pork and gumbo in there?" The rustling of plastic as he pulls out a sandwich, offering it over.

Alright, didn't know he was traveling with the most IMPATIENT Wolverine. Road trips are all about the ~journey, not the destination. It's almost as if Wade senses he's in danger of being left behind because he's rushing out the barred doors of the gas station with two hefty bags. "Comin', comin'!"