I hear that, loud and clear. No more phone calls from Mom. Hoo. I wonder if they make emotional anti-nausea pills? Because wow am I going to get homesick. But uh. Yeah. No. I know what that's like. That's how it is with me and the baby Brother Spider. I let down my Sister. I let down my Dad. I can't let down my Brother. If I didn't know he was in good hands right now, I'd probably be losing my marbles faster than Tootles. But, I've been doing this reality hopping, saving the day, thing for awhile now. It's kind of my job lately and, much as I want to keep him safe, can't slack off and selfishly let everyone else suffer.
You slay Dragons and you didn't get a figurine of yourself? Hawke, this is an injustice to the Max. Flying cars? You're not missing much there really. I mean, you're in space which trumps any flying car really. And you know me and have access to webslinging now, which also trumps any other kind of flying so. No loss. I don't mind if Dane shows up either. I promise I'll take good care of him and make sure he gets home safe. I love dogs.
They should go over everyone's head in this case. They're Hawks.
...Get it?
No favors needed at all. A Nightmare eating spider? That's just the kind of thing we respond to all the time. As soon as I figure out how to link up with the Web Warriors, which could be awhile to be fair, the big Spider's got one butt kicking made to order. So much punching and scolding jokes. We can't have our good name sullied like that. We work hard to keep our neighborhood reviews in the positive.
No. No it's not. If someone threatened my Mom like that, it'd be game over. I don't care what the Spider rules say. They can put me on probation if they want. Nobody messes with a Mom.
But. Moving right along because -- Ice cream. Because Choco Tacos. I promise they will not disappoint. I can bring Dane some doggy friendly ice cream too if I can find it down there?