"Dunno, sir. Five maybe...?" The newspaper-girl said in the corner. "ooo, maybe there's 8. Yunno, 8 legs?"

The kid shrugged. "I dunno? It's not like I get much time to study their costumes when they're swinging through the city. For all we know, it's a different guy every time! Or a girl, even."

Life.⠀ What if Rocko has holographic caretakers that she can use to navigate adult situations?

mm-Hm. Very normal behavior.

"Oh, yeah, for sure. We're spider-people! Being normal is for normies!"

"Man, so I look like I know what a thermostat is?? Also, what kind of psychopath uses a thermostat in kelvin units?? Who the crap is Kelvin??"

"I'm awake, I'm just lying in bed," she said, voice muffled by her pillow.

Shot or elected?

"Haaah, ya'll are in so much troouuubblleee..!"

Life.⠀ Great idea, honestly.

<sticking these papers on random doors in the society building>

"Please just kill me, it'd be more merciful."

I'll pelt both of you with a tomato, does that count?

"The unexpected fourth installment: 'Stepping outta the spider-verse'."

A masked kid walks up, hands in her hoodie. "You good, Gwen? Speedsters, am I right...?" She asked, sounding a little jittery. "Do you, like, need to sit down? You can watch me beat up the egg-laying rodent, whatever if you like?" She said braver than she was feeling.

"Really? In front of my hamburger, Weaver?"

"Oh shit, dude.." The teenager looked him over (for pockets to pick, among other things). "Uh— You OK? How many fingers am I holding up? Just FYI, yeah, my hands are supposed to have only three fingers each."