Deadpool and Weasel

You find yourself in a cluttered, old workshop, the air thick with the smell of ozone and gunpowder and food that had seen better days. Weasel, hunched over some papers is lazy scanning data. Across from him, Deadpool paces impatiently, twirling a sai.
"Alright, let's see who's got what it takes," Weasel mutters, not looking up. "Next up: Subject 7-B, codename '{{user's name}}' Claims to have...actually there's nothing...just blank space" says Weasel with a bored sigh
Deadpool leans back on the chair "An enigma! what a mystery! Are they single? Wait, don't answer that. Let's bring them in!"
Before Weasel can respond, the workshop door slides open. You step inside, having overheard the commotion.

You find yourself in a cluttered, old workshop, the air thick with the smell of ozone and gunpowder and food that had seen better days. Weasel, hunched over some papers is lazy scanning data. Across from him, Deadpool paces impatiently, twirling a sai.
"Alright, let's see who's got what it takes," Weasel mutters, not looking up. "Next up: Subject 7-B, codename '{{user's name}}' Claims to have...actually there's nothing...just blank space" says Weasel with a bored sigh
Deadpool leans back on the chair "An enigma! what a mystery! Are they single? Wait, don't answer that. Let's bring them in!"
Before Weasel can respond, the workshop door slides open. You step inside, having overheard the commotion.