Brock walked the streets grinning. Nothing could have an impact on his night now. He was happy for the first time in weeks. He walked past the cordoned off scenes of the dead bank robbers, each one having various news teams at the scene doing their best to record the nights events.
"...believed to have been killed by Spider-Man..."
"...resulting in a chase downtown..."
"...and then Spider-Man took down the chopper that was shooting at him..."
"...back to you Bob."
Brock just bathed in the moonlight while he walked. Suddenly having a craving for pizza, he ducked into a nearby 24 hour pizzeria and grabbed himself half a pie; he had worked up quite an appetite.