Peter B. Parker:
[by a shed in Aunt May's backyard]
Oh, yeah, I got one of these, too. A little shed where I keep all my Spider-gear.
[Aunt May inserts a key, the shed lights up, and the doors open to reveal an elevator. Aunt May motions the group inside]
Peter B. Parker:
[nonchalant]
I mean, this place is pretentious.
[the elevator descends into a massive underground lab filled with various costumes, advanced weapons, and high-tech vehicles]
Miles Morales:
Whoa! Dude, was yours anything like this?
Peter B. Parker:
Mine was like this, but take away the Jeep, the plane... imagine it way smaller... imagine a futon... I feel sorry for this guy.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:43