[Being stuck on another world and having to save the universe was an old, familiar tune to everyone's favorite mall-crawling wall-crawler.]
[He wasn't sure he bought the idea that there was no alternative. He could totally believe that they believed that, but just 'cause everyone said something couldn't be done didn't mean it actually couldn't be done.]
[That was a problem for future Spider-Boy to handle, though. Current Spider-Boy needed to get a better idea of what was going on. He heads out into the lobby...and pauses.]
Okay, I've been in more situations like this than I really can be bothered to count, but getting craft services is a new one.
Potluck
[...well, this explained why there was a craft services table.]
[If this was just reality television with the prize being your universe not getting blown up he might be tempted to take a page out of Castle's book and shoot someone. He wouldn't, but the temptation was there.]
[The good news is, until he could figure out what was actually going on, he could play this role to the hilt.]
So, I'm gonna be making fettucine alfredo from scratch. Simple but delicious.
[Making the dough goes fine. He even manages to end up with non-screaming eggs. It's when it's actually time to run the dough through the pasta maker that things get a little hairy as the noodles start trying to mount an escape]
You gotta be kidding me. Don't let 'em get away!
Tummy ache survivor
[Spider-Boy, like a few others, is climbing the walls. Literally in his case. Gravity has always been more of a suggestion to him, and not one he takes seriously.]
Any of you fine folks know who dosed their food with caffeine pills?
no subject
[Being stuck on another world and having to save the universe was an old, familiar tune to everyone's favorite mall-crawling wall-crawler.]
[He wasn't sure he bought the idea that there was no alternative. He could totally believe that they believed that, but just 'cause everyone said something couldn't be done didn't mean it actually couldn't be done.]
[That was a problem for future Spider-Boy to handle, though. Current Spider-Boy needed to get a better idea of what was going on. He heads out into the lobby...and pauses.]
Okay, I've been in more situations like this than I really can be bothered to count, but getting craft services is a new one.
Potluck
[...well, this explained why there was a craft services table.]
[If this was just reality television with the prize being your universe not getting blown up he might be tempted to take a page out of Castle's book and shoot someone. He wouldn't, but the temptation was there.]
[The good news is, until he could figure out what was actually going on, he could play this role to the hilt.]
So, I'm gonna be making fettucine alfredo from scratch. Simple but delicious.
[Making the dough goes fine. He even manages to end up with non-screaming eggs. It's when it's actually time to run the dough through the pasta maker that things get a little hairy as the noodles start trying to mount an escape]
You gotta be kidding me. Don't let 'em get away!
Tummy ache survivor
[Spider-Boy, like a few others, is climbing the walls. Literally in his case. Gravity has always been more of a suggestion to him, and not one he takes seriously.]
Any of you fine folks know who dosed their food with caffeine pills?