Wednesday, March 14, 2007

My Bubble Just Burst

It's a shame Spider-Man doesn't have some sort of danger-sense to warn him of things like this. Wait, what? A SPIDER-SENSE? Never mind, then. Also, if I'm not mistaken, I think I know where this is going. As per all old television shows and old cartoons, a conk on the noggin begets amnesia. So Spider-Man is going to get amnesia, forget he's married and his secret identity, then that woman is going to escort him to the television station where he can be given over to the custody of his "wife", Dara Dorset. Hi-jinks, of course, will ensue. They will ensue SO HARD. They will, most likely, not be at all interesting either. I miss Doctor Octopus.

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