doc ock's webshooter?
What in the world is Doc Octopus doing with a webshooter? He's got the bloody cybernetic arms, for crying out loud! Not web. What's the world coming to? Yes, you read right. Doc Ock webshooters! This is the travesty that greeted me when I popped open my box of Kellogg's Corn Flakes. The box was promising enough. "FREE INSIDE," it read. "Web Shooter," it read.
We were at Tesco. I was so ecstatic I couldn't contain myself. Finally, my childhood dreams of owning Spidey's webshooter would be realised. "It's for Baby," I told Mae. "Every kid should have a Spiderman webshooter."
Mae doesn't buy it. Doesn't matter. It's gonna be okay.
"Baby will love this," I declared loudly at the cashier, making sure everyone would hear. Maybe then they won't think I'm a freak. Or worse, a pedophile. I rubbed my hands in glee as we made our way out of the place with our spoils. I was finally gonna have my very own webshooter. But a Doc Ock webshooter? After all that effort? Damn Kellogg's cheated me!!! They took my childhood dream and crushed it like a... erm... spider under their feet. There is no justice in this world.
Mae said I could buy another box. But I don't think I can live with the disappointment should I get yet another Doc Ock webshooter. *sigh* KFC's got a neat webshooter with their kiddie's meal. But that would be too embarrassing.
Meanwhile, Baby's got a new toy waiting for him when he gets out.