But that's impossible. The Green Goblin couldn't be flying a strafing run along the mass of Kingpin-hired thugs, tossing a few ghost-shaped gas pellets designed to cause quick, intense hallucinations into the crowd of thugs. And he certainly wouldn't swoop around, taking a second to loop-de-loop before twisting mid-air...
...and stopping at a hover in front of the Hobgoblin and, peripheraly, Spider-Man...smiling. Like he was jolly or something. "What really gets me." He couldn't possibly be saying, "Is that the guy doesn't just rip me off, the thing that occurs to him is, "Swap the colors with orange and khaki!". And this is from a guy flying around in bright purple elf booties."
"You both might want to see where I was aiming," the Hobgoblin grins. He points down to where one of the Kingpin's men is pinned to the wall through his gun-arm. "This time, I'm here to help OsCorp."
He begins to target the Kingpin's men with his razorbats, grinning as he goes.
"If you'd rather, I can attack you..." Hobgoblin cackles.
His voice is definitely not that of the first Hobgoblin, or the second. This voice sounds different. But it also contains something which he heard in the voice of the first Green Goblin.
"It's a long story, Spider-Man." The Green Goblin says, holding his hands up as if to deflect an oncoming blast of webbing. "But I want to help! Really! Um, I was hoping to..."
And then Hobgoblin has to go and sound like dear old dad.
"Give me an /excuse/." The Green Goblin, sounding a hell of a lot like ol'Normie himself all of a sudden, hisses through a savagely split grin. "Please. Anything. Just a little, tiny one, you little-gaaaak!"
Presumably, Harry has more wit at his disposal than 'gaaak!'. But there was the small problem of not seeing Electro hurl a lightning bolt, hitting the Goblin square in the chest and causing Harry, glider and all, to slam into one of OsCorp's smokestacks, his suit shuddering and sparking!
Mark!, Harry refrains from screaming, mentally cursing the fact that he wasn't more careful with his frigging secret identity.
He does look up at Spider-Man, weakly, just sort of staring at his...best friend, right? "Sorry, Pete." Harry Osborn whispers in his real voice.
The mask crackles with electricity again...seeming to somehow /shift/ on Harry's face, fitting a little firmer, causing those goblin eyes to contract into pinpricks and his voice to crackle with Harry's own version of the Green Goblin's madness. "...but I'm done staying on the sidelines..."
Shoving forward, the Green Goblin lets out a lunatic's cackle as his glider again takes off, charging right for Scorpion! "Cheap shot! Cheap shot! That's a red card, young man!"
"...thanks, Spider-Man!" Green Goblin calls out, in that kind of stulted, 'I'm thanking Spider-Man, what the hell?' tone of voice. He's been practicing this for /how long/ and it /still/ feels weird.
Angry at this, at the idea that his father had that much of a hold on his soul, and at getting slapped around five seconds after his big debute, Harry does the Osborne thing and takes his anger out on the first masked insect he can see.
"Naw, Scorpion." Green Goblin hisses, as he flings a tiny blue pumpkin at the glob! There's a flash of light, and in another secind, Harry's kicking the flash-frozen hunk of acid right back at Scorpion! "You've got other problems. Too many acid pops'll kill ya!"
So much for that idea.
Spider-Man swings onto one of the smokestacks at the plant, taking a moment to scope out the source of the chaos.
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And his spider-sense begins to tingle.
For there is the Hobgoblin, and he's throwing a razorbat... just past Spider-Man's body.
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"Well, well - what have we here? Murder, thievery - and worst of all, plagiarism. You've been a bad little goblin."
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But that's impossible. The Green Goblin couldn't be flying a strafing run along the mass of Kingpin-hired thugs, tossing a few ghost-shaped gas pellets designed to cause quick, intense hallucinations into the crowd of thugs. And he certainly wouldn't swoop around, taking a second to loop-de-loop before twisting mid-air...
...and stopping at a hover in front of the Hobgoblin and, peripheraly, Spider-Man...smiling. Like he was jolly or something. "What really gets me." He couldn't possibly be saying, "Is that the guy doesn't just rip me off, the thing that occurs to him is, "Swap the colors with orange and khaki!". And this is from a guy flying around in bright purple elf booties."
And yet there he is. Hovering. And smiling.
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He begins to target the Kingpin's men with his razorbats, grinning as he goes.
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Harry's alive?
"What is this, Opposite day? What the hell is going on here?"
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His voice is definitely not that of the first Hobgoblin, or the second. This voice sounds different. But it also contains something which he heard in the voice of the first Green Goblin.
Complete madness.
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And then Hobgoblin has to go and sound like dear old dad.
"Give me an /excuse/." The Green Goblin, sounding a hell of a lot like ol'Normie himself all of a sudden, hisses through a savagely split grin. "Please. Anything. Just a little, tiny one, you little-gaaaak!"
Presumably, Harry has more wit at his disposal than 'gaaak!'. But there was the small problem of not seeing Electro hurl a lightning bolt, hitting the Goblin square in the chest and causing Harry, glider and all, to slam into one of OsCorp's smokestacks, his suit shuddering and sparking!
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"I can handle this, Harry - and when it's over, you and I need to talk, okay?"
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Seeing Green Goblin causes him to pause in the battle. "...Harry..?"
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He does look up at Spider-Man, weakly, just sort of staring at his...best friend, right? "Sorry, Pete." Harry Osborn whispers in his real voice.
The mask crackles with electricity again...seeming to somehow /shift/ on Harry's face, fitting a little firmer, causing those goblin eyes to contract into pinpricks and his voice to crackle with Harry's own version of the Green Goblin's madness. "...but I'm done staying on the sidelines..."
Shoving forward, the Green Goblin lets out a lunatic's cackle as his glider again takes off, charging right for Scorpion! "Cheap shot! Cheap shot! That's a red card, young man!"
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"Hey, Bullhorn, you're gonna get a citation for littering if you keep that up."
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"...thanks, Spider-Man!" Green Goblin calls out, in that kind of stulted, 'I'm thanking Spider-Man, what the hell?' tone of voice. He's been practicing this for /how long/ and it /still/ feels weird.
Angry at this, at the idea that his father had that much of a hold on his soul, and at getting slapped around five seconds after his big debute, Harry does the Osborne thing and takes his anger out on the first masked insect he can see.
"Naw, Scorpion." Green Goblin hisses, as he flings a tiny blue pumpkin at the glob! There's a flash of light, and in another secind, Harry's kicking the flash-frozen hunk of acid right back at Scorpion! "You've got other problems. Too many acid pops'll kill ya!"
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