He felt a little sorry for himself, truth

He felt a little sorry for himself, truth be told. It hadn't been the greatest night, and it would certainly take some time for the scars to fade - letalone the hurt from when she

decided to put Vodka in her coffee travel mug to make work more interesting. It was going to be a long, hot day of ass kissing and ball polishing at the bowling alley and

she was in the gutter so she went on strike against The Kingpin cold turkey. She tried to frame him for using speedball, but the bowling shoes didn't fit. Many bowling puns later,

the Kingpin was hot on the trail of some sweet Mary Jane. But Spidey's alter ego Gown Man was elsewhere! Doc Croc's slurpee got knocked over so he tripped Kingpin with his tail.

Kingpin said,"Watch where you put that thing!" Doc Croc saw Spidey strolling by and said, "Lend me your dress to mop up this mess." Spidey gasped, "My...dress? How could you

took a few paces back, now in utter shock of the events that had unfolded. Doc Croc looked at Spidey with a look that was fear and sorrow for all that he had done to him.

Doc Croc averted his gaze to the clipboard. "Did the mutagen work Doc? Am I cured?" Spiderman stared back with his eight eyes.

"Yes, erm, you're in the clear, Peter." The now cured Spiderman mozied out of Dr Croc's office, all eight legs taking up a carefree gait. Finally, he'd have a normal life. The end.

Epilogue. Dr. Croc continued his practice, convincing Batman he was bat, Ironman he was a maniken & Thor he was a smith, but it was all a plot for supervillains to rule the world!