[It's rather hard to gauge a person's expression when their face is partially obscured by a baseball cap, but Wade can feel the stony look the other man is giving him regardless. This does not deter him-- once you've been stared down by a ten-foot-tall green mass of anger management problems, everyone else's attempts at intimidation seems rather banal.

Wade barks out a loud and raucous laugh, as if the Batter has told him the greatest joke he's ever heard.]

Holy fuck-knuckles, duderino. Are you even for real? Watch out, everybody-- life of the party over here! Try an' hold back your excitement just a smidgen, yeah?

...Seriously though bro, yer either drinkin' too much or not enough, an' my money's on the latter.

[As if to emphasize his point, Wade takes a rather generous pull from his bottle of wine.]