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Spider-Man pulls the horn off the ram with his shepherd's hook. He is the hurter and lover of all animals. I wonder if Mr. Zodiac hates him because he's part goat.
Peter is doing a love thing to the elderly. He is not being too firm. She is not a shark.
It is the Giant Flying Scales. They have come to attack Spider-Man because of the shark rape, and because of the elderly love thing with the mouth, and because of the ram horn, and because he was too busy with these things that he couldn't stop Mr. Zodiac from making "total destruction." The Flying Scales will make him pay.
Spider-Man must die now. It all makes sense to the Scales. Spider-Man is saying "I guess I blew it," because he knows nothing can stop the Robot Scorpion from eating the caveman boy and the elderly and Mr. Zodiac and everyone. The Robot Scorpion will pinch their waists until they become half-people.
This book tells us that you have to be careful about how you use your powers when you're a superhero, because the Giant Flying Scales are watching. I think the True Lesson they want us to learn is that when it's time for us to go Outside, we can't spend all our time doing love ways with sharks and goats and elderly. The end.
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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