Peter had woken up with a sharp ringing in his head. "Ooh, bad migraine.". He sluggishly crawled out of bead, stomping down his staircase. "Someone's not in a good mood..." Peter's Aunt May said. "Bad guy get away?".
"Yeah..", he said, recalling the previous night. The Green Goblin had attacked him yet again but the time, he'd won. After tossing an ( as yet ) unidentified pumpkin bomb at him he had escaped. Peter had been knocked out by a strange pink fume that had creeped into his nose and had been feeling a bit weird since.
'Oh Peter,how I wish I could help you,' she thought.
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