J.J. looked upward from his desk, his beady eyes narrowing on Eddie like the boy was some kind of sewer rat that crawled out of the toilet or something equally despicable. The man ran his hand over his salt & pepper flat top haircut. "There ya are! What, you take the subway here! Been shouting your name for hours!"
He hadn't beeb waiting that long. In fact he'd only waited for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity to him! Why didn't these people run on double-time!? The editor in chief snarled and snatched up a paper from his desk. He held it up. The New York Tribune, which front page displayed the Spider-Man bringing down the bank robbers. Aka the real story.
"Tell me what that is, bucko. Or this!"
J.J. snatched up another paper, and another, then another, throwing them carelessly in Eddie's direction. "Or that. How about this one? Or that one!? Huh!? Whatcha see there, kiddo!?"