Mary Jane was sick. Maybe it was because

Mary Jane was sick. Maybe it was because of the under cooked spider casserole or the ill advised walk in the ice storm with the Parisian Panda. But otherwise he had no regrets.

Spiderman felt that all in all, considering everything, marrying Mary Jane was not so bad. I mean, he could be in one of those terrible marriages, with the plate throwing that

goes with them. Only problem is Mary Jane tries to kill him after sex so he has to wrap her in a cocoon of spider silk until she calms down. But one day, Spider-Man walked into the

kitchen: "Hi darling, look! Caught a Fly-Man on the way home. I've injected my enzymes to predigest him for you. Here, take a sip!" Spider-Woman was still hungry from their mating

with homeless Wasp People. It was something they did. Together. That's why their insecta marriage was so strong. Spider-Woman ate joyfully, looking at Spider-Man, when suddenly

a huge sac of spider eggs ballooned from her loins. Spider-Man leapt back, startled, but then a look of pure joy washed across his mask. "Yes, darling," said Spider-Woman, "they're

all yours...all 600 of them!" The number six hundred slapped Spider-Man in the gut hard enough to force silk to shoot out of his orifices."I don't know if I'm ready for parenthood,

and I'm pretty sure MJ doesn't want to be a step-mom to 600 baby spiders," Spiderman said, his voice breaking. The spider momma looked at him askance. "You should've thought about

it before you started making babies with me. Said The spider mama Make sure you never do this agin

"I won't", I snapped. Then, as the spider mama approached me, she roped me in with her web & opened her mighty jaws to snap off my head.