I hope that's not a digital camera, Pete, lest you corrupt the memory card with your intense rays of smugness.
I think I might have to make a Halloween mask that looks like Peter right now, with the half-mask and stupid lightning bolts all around my head.
Peter's Spider-Sense is honed to detect fluctuations in his media popularity. He must've been bitten by one of those celebrity spiders.
I am so jealous of Peter's hand right now, getting to SLAPT him on the forehead. MJ looks on with concern, because last time he slapped his head for two hours straight.
Lots of big thinking going on at the Parker pad today. Just look at the gestures. Touch your face! Now point!
I'm having a moment of sympathy for MJ right now, watching her feign interest in all this. I guess that's why she's a successful actress.
It's an especially obnoxious Sunday recap when the week was spent pacing the room and chattering, but at least we can now muse about the upside-down sex that goes on in that house.