WE KNOW WHAT YOUR PLAYA-HATIN' ASS DID LAST SUMMER, SPIDER-PUNK.
WE KNOW YOU HATIN' ON LEAPFROGGAHZ CAUSE WE SO MUCH MORE POPULAR THAN YOU. YOU JUST CAN'T STAND HOW WE GOT ALL THE FINE SUPERMODEL/SOAP ACTRESSES HOT FOR OUR SPRING POWERED FLIPPERS WITH CHROME RIMS. YOU COULDN'T JUST BE LIKE EMODEVIL AND FOLLOW US AROUND, TRYING TO PICK UP ON ALL THE FLY HONEYS CRUSING OUR LILY PAD. NO, YOU GOTTA WEB US FROM BEHIND LIKE A LITTLE SPIDER-PUNK! THAT AGGRESSION CANNOT STAND, SPIDER-MAN!
AND DON'T EVEN PLAY LIKE IT AIN'T YOU! WE KNOW IT WASN'T VENOM OR CARNAGE OR THAT SPIDER-MAN ON DARK AVENGERS OR NONE OF THAT, SO DON'T EVEN TRY PLAYING US WHEN THE LEAPFROGGAHZ COME FOR YOU, IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, AT THE SCENE OF THE CRIME. AND DON'T YOU EVER, EVER SAY IT WAS BEN REILLY! THAT GUY WAS HELLA TIGHT AND HIS HOODIE WAS STUPID FLY. RIP, BRI-DOG. STILL, DON'T THINK YOU GETTING OUT OF THIS ONE CAUSE WE LIKED YO CLONE.
WE COMIN' DOWN THE STAIRS IN PAIRS AT YOU SON, LIKE BANANAS IN MOTHER*&%@ING PAJAMAS. SPIDER SENSE THIS!
YOU HEAR THAT, SPIDER-PUNK? THAT'S THE LEAPFROGGAHZ PAIN TRAIN COMING INTO THE STATION! MEAN EUGENE AND BIG POPPA VIN ARE GONNA OPEN UP A BRAND NEW DAY OF HURT ON YOUR SPIDER-ASS!
AND THAT'S REAL.
CROAK OUT, TADPOLES!
