New York City, Tuesday evening
Sometimes even Spider-Man just stood around and stared at a new supervillain. Usually it was because they were so far out of his league in power that it was a little bit scary. Just a tiny bit. But sometimes - some truly wonderful, special times - it was because if he moved he was going to start laughing.
After taking a deep breath, he said, "Okay, okay, okay, just do me a favor. Say your name again."
"You'll pay for this, Spider-Man!" the guy in the costume yelled. He pointed his gauntlets at Spider-Man. They were dripping a disgusting-looking ooze. "Nobody mocks Paste Pot Pete and gets... gets a... Look, cut it out!"
Spider-Man was doubled over, laughing. "HAHAHAHA. You- ha! You seriously thought, oh man, Paste Pot Pete was the best you could do?"
"The alliteration makes it work! And so does the adhesion!" Pete splooged a ranged attack at Spider-Man, who fired a thick web to catch the paste.
"You're my favorite ever, Petey," Spider-Man said, leaping to the side and firing webs to jam up Pete's glue gauntlets. "I hope you become an internet meme, because seriously, I want to remember this forever. A quick hop towards the villain and a kick to the chest sent Pete flying into a traffic light post. Two more quick webs and Spider-Man removed Pete's backpack full of paste. Unfortunately, hitting the post cracked the backpack, so Pete was stuck in place with his own glue.
"Okay, seriously, who here has an iPhone? Twitpic this! For the memories!" Spider-Man stood next to Pete for a moment to pose for pictures before leaping off and swinging home. "IF PASTE POT PETE ISN'T TRENDING BY THE TIME I CHECK TWITTER, I'M GOING TO BE DISAPPOINTED!" he yelled as he fled the scene.
He was still laughing about it when he crawled into the apartment and took his mask off. "Man, I could have made a joke about how he came up with that name while he was under the influence of paste pot." Peter paused for a moment. "I don't know. Probably needs to get reworked. I'll keep that in mind in case I ever run into him again. Paste Pot Pete. I love my life."
[OOC: Open to the girl, calls, or e-mails.]
After taking a deep breath, he said, "Okay, okay, okay, just do me a favor. Say your name again."
"You'll pay for this, Spider-Man!" the guy in the costume yelled. He pointed his gauntlets at Spider-Man. They were dripping a disgusting-looking ooze. "Nobody mocks Paste Pot Pete and gets... gets a... Look, cut it out!"
Spider-Man was doubled over, laughing. "HAHAHAHA. You- ha! You seriously thought, oh man, Paste Pot Pete was the best you could do?"
"The alliteration makes it work! And so does the adhesion!" Pete splooged a ranged attack at Spider-Man, who fired a thick web to catch the paste.
"You're my favorite ever, Petey," Spider-Man said, leaping to the side and firing webs to jam up Pete's glue gauntlets. "I hope you become an internet meme, because seriously, I want to remember this forever. A quick hop towards the villain and a kick to the chest sent Pete flying into a traffic light post. Two more quick webs and Spider-Man removed Pete's backpack full of paste. Unfortunately, hitting the post cracked the backpack, so Pete was stuck in place with his own glue.
"Okay, seriously, who here has an iPhone? Twitpic this! For the memories!" Spider-Man stood next to Pete for a moment to pose for pictures before leaping off and swinging home. "IF PASTE POT PETE ISN'T TRENDING BY THE TIME I CHECK TWITTER, I'M GOING TO BE DISAPPOINTED!" he yelled as he fled the scene.
He was still laughing about it when he crawled into the apartment and took his mask off. "Man, I could have made a joke about how he came up with that name while he was under the influence of paste pot." Peter paused for a moment. "I don't know. Probably needs to get reworked. I'll keep that in mind in case I ever run into him again. Paste Pot Pete. I love my life."
[OOC: Open to the girl, calls, or e-mails.]