Okay, a lot of people have been asking me on Facebook about Spider-Man and how I feel about his public unmasking, considering I'm one of about two villains who know who he really was. That was a leg-up, lol. Dr. Octopus, he has to go start a giant smog machine to get Parker's attention, all I have to do is ring on his front doorbell.
Truthfully, I'm a little disappointed in the guy. He's an attention whore. Always reinventing himself to get more attention. Over at the Distinguished Competition, some guy grows a mullet once in a while, that's it, they're done. This guy has to get in touch with the mystical arts (oh, could he hop on the Harry Potter bandwagon MORE?) and get organic webbing, which I was doing twenty years before his punk ass ever thought it up, and then he learns that his ex-girlfriend used to cheat on him. Oh, world's tiniest violin playing just for your dead girlfriend's fidelity, Parker. And when he can't be at the middle of a big damn event, the guy milks angst like a Swedish goat. "Oohhh, my uncle is dead, boohoo, my girlfriend is dead!" Yeah, I went through a fucking divorce that practically took organs out of my body, ya don't see me complaining, jak! Career ruined, do I whine and moan about it? No, I went to get revenge on the guy responsible for inadvertently exposing that I ran a fake interview with a serial killer. That's called being pro-active about facing negative life energies. It's step three of the Seven Step Program in
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So yeah, public ID? I'm not that impressed. He'll do anything to get publicity. You didn't hear it from me, but I hear he's joining the Kaballah later. Even Ms. Marvel don't stoop that low and she gave Tony Stark a blowjob, like, twenty minutes after he became Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. DID NOT HEAR IT FROM ME.