a bunch of sawdust. Spidey would need to do some cleaning up...
Rolling over on the hard attic floor, he held his head painfully. Slowly, he relaxed his powerful hand, and the pain subsided. Horrible dreams again...the people from his web threads climbing along his invisible SPIDEY WEBS...trying to penetrate...trying to penetrate...
HANK! GET DOWN HERE AND GET DOWN HERE NOOOOWWWWWW!
Spidey's sixth sense was tingling hard...his heart raced uncontrollably...danger, danger, danger...noises screamed in his head and all the notes bounced around in his brain like a crazy piano being pounded by a thousand manic demons...he quickly went downstairs to stand before his mom, looking briefly into her pasty, pallid face. "What?", he uttered in a guttural monotone.
His mom's face twisted into a malicious sneer: "You know, Hank, I regret the day I ever had you. When I was laboring with you the agony almost KILLED ME; and you know what? There was a little voice in my head telling me that it was better you should never be born". She paused and fixed him with a long stare. "Well, I sure should have listened to that voice. LOOK AT YOU!" she screamed. You spend your whole damn day on that stupid computer in the attic: writing those stupid messages, and making up stories about those stupid stocks. And you won't do a goddamn thing around the house!"
Suddenly she reached out a long arm and cuffed him viciously--a paroxysm of rage clenching at her whole body--foamy spital dripping off her lips...
Danger, danger, danger...this could be a problem...the subject might need sedation...and experimental procedures to save her life...Hank is a powerful, powerful boy. One of the strongest I've ever seen...nothing can hurt him since I gave him the magic word formula..."lollollollol"...nevertheless, Spidey needs to watch closely...Spidey must always be there...nothing is stronger than Spidey...no danger can sneak past Spidey...lol lol lol lol...
"LOLLOLLOLLOL...I'm sorry, mom. I love you mom."
"You have a funny way of showing it". The middle aged lady ran a thin, wrinkled, and arthritic hand through stringy, drab, and graying hair. "Your father worked 16 hours a day to give you a better life. You", she spat contemptuously, "that are nothing but a millstone around your poor old mother's neck. He was never home, and where is he now...the richest son of a bitch in the GODDAMM cemetery! It should have been you there. You were never intended to be born. Now clean up this GODDAMM room"!
With that final piece of advice the cronish Cornish woman wheeled back to the kitchen table and began flipping over the tarot cards. There it was again...the hangman...
Hank grabbed the old straw broom and began sweeping the floor: LOL lol LOL lol LOL lol LOL...Spidey could feel the incredible power surging through his powerful arms. He paused momentarily at the tiny cracked window and looked up at the huge apartment complex across the street. For perhaps a minute he stood contemplating a huge leap to the top of the building. It would be close. Two hundred yards was a great leap even for a super hero, but he felt sure he could do it.
Some nearby cackling pulled him back into the room, and he continued the deliberate counting of broom strokes...666 strokes and then...it would be clean. After that he would send off a thread post to Janice Shell--with the telepathic code attached to the invisible SPIDER THREAD. Janice was his friend. They both worked undercover to keep the world a safer and a better place. Spidey wanted the world to be a safer and a better place. So did Spidey...
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