Some pointless and random thoughts about Spider-Man that keep me up at night
<p>Imagine this scenario: you’re a high-school student and you decide to attend an exhibit that houses horrible poisonous spiders <strong><em>and </em></strong>radiation generators. <em>Hey, that right there must be Fun ‘N Good Times City</em>. I know I’d be the first in line to buy an admission ticket to get all the free sterility-causing rads and arachnid bites all over my body.</p>
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<p>Being Peter Parker, you decide to:</p>
<p>A) stand right under the radiation emitter, and</p>
<p>B) have the stupidity to stand still long enough in a <em>room full of spiders</em> to let a big ol’ hairy eight-legged biter land on you.</p>
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<p>I know if I was in a room jammed packed with goddamn arachnids with fangs, even if they <em>were </em>behind glass, I’d be turning to every person nearby to yell, “IS THERE A SPIDER ON MY BACK?!?” <strong><em>In fact, I do it every so often when there’s no spiders around just to make sure none are crawling on my back</em></strong>. Those eight-legged abominations make me scream like a terminally frightened mountain goat, be they radioactive or not.</p>
<p>And then after Peter Parker gets bit by a radioactive spider in a room full of left-over Chernobyl equipment, he decides to go home and “sleep it off”. Dear GOD. If it had been me bitten by a radioactive spider, I’d be hauling myself to the emergency room screaming my fool head off.</p>
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