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."
Spider-Man stands, watching the missiles for a long second, before firing off a quick shot of webfluid to entangle the boomerangs together and throw them off course - and into some random thugs.
"Thanks, Boomer! You on the side of the good guys, now, too?"
And that's when the boomerangs in the webbing explode. Explosive boomerangs. The thugs moan in pain -- they're not dead, thanks to the webbing taking the brunt, but they're going to be feeling it for a while.
He snarls and throws two more at Spider-Man.
"Try these instead, Spider-Man. These razor-boomerangs should cut through even your webbing!"
Spider-sense kicks in, and Spider-man acrobatically dodges the razor-sharp projectiles - though one of them manages to slice a shallow cut on his bicep.
"Hmm.. I'm just thinking, here, buddy - but wouldn't 'razor-rangs' be a bit peppier?"
There's a blast of webbing directed at Boomerang's eyes.
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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's busy trying to web down Electro.
"What the high holy heck is going on here?!"
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And there's automatic gunfire spraying at the Spider.
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While he's upside down, a volley of impact webbing fires out of his wrists, as he tries to bean this jerks' hands and arms enough to dull his talents.
"Oh, you're kidding! I thought this was the line for the ferris wheel!"
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"Thanks, Boomer! You on the side of the good guys, now, too?"
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He snarls and throws two more at Spider-Man.
"Try these instead, Spider-Man. These razor-boomerangs should cut through even your webbing!"
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"Hmm.. I'm just thinking, here, buddy - but wouldn't 'razor-rangs' be a bit peppier?"
There's a blast of webbing directed at Boomerang's eyes.
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"I'll kill you," he swears as he begins to climb out of the rubble.
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