That's "great," The Fly. Could you "explain" what the "fuck" you're "talking" about? Seanbaby: The Fly might even be worse than the normal idiots that decide a crappy hat and an electronics kit make them a super criminal. He made the great restraint table, but forgot that Spider-Man can just get up when he wants. Then he made the great forcefield, but forgot that it turns off if the guy in it wants it to. Then he kept hinting that he had some incredible doom planned for Spider-Man, but couldn't seem to get past his own retarded plays on words to get to it. Mr. Fish: I don't get it. In the first panel, Spider-Moron says, "Just what I always wanted... breakfast with the fly!" I just don't get it. Is that some sort of Turret's thing, or did the Fly jam pancakes inside of Spidey's mask? Seriously, that's just nonsense. It's like waking up and saying, "Just what I always wanted... ballroom dancing with the goat mayor!" Hey, I'm sorry Spider-Turrets, but sometimes it's more witty to just shut the fuck up. Dr. Doom: Doom cannot recall when he last heard such infuriating dialogue. Should these genetic disasters utter one more cliché or pun, Doom will surely bite the face off of this child. Hold yourself, this child's face is covered in chocolate. Now it will certainly be devoured regardless of this insignificant advertisement's ending.