Yeah. You look tired, Peter. Well, I am tired. - And older. And thicker. - Yeah. I've heard that already. Oh, jeez. Are those sweatpants? Yup, that's what they are. I was there... ...when it all happened. I am so sorry. And what dimension are you from? Brooklyn.
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Listen, down there, that was... I mean, I owe you... Okay!
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Hey, fellas. Is he in black and white? Where's that wind coming from? We're in a basement. Wherever I go, the wind follows. And the wind, it smells like rain.
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Our collider.
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- Cute place. Real homey. - Oh, great. It's Liv. I guess I was followed. Oh, no. Get out of here, kid. You messed up bigtime, kid. Very sloppy.
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I've got the security tapes from the tunnel right here. If the kid's out there, I'll find him.
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This is... - Purple. - No. - Blue? - No. Has anyone heard from Miles? Look, he's just clearing his head. I know the kid. He's got what it takes.
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Miles, let's go.
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The real Miles comin' outta hidin'.
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See what you got now? Makin' mistakes is part of it.
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There's a lot of history on these walls.
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And now you on your own, Miles.
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Peter?
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Cool.
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Yeah.
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My name is Peter Parker. My name is Peni Parker. My name is Peter Porker. - I was bitten by a radioactive spider. - I was bitten by a radioactive pig. In my universe, it's 1933, and I'm a private eye. I like to drink egg creams, and I like to fight Nazis. A lot. I'm from New York in the year 3145. I have a psychic link with a spider who lives inside my father's robot. And we're best friends. Forever. Sometimes I let matches burn down to my fingertips... ...just to feel something, anything. I'm a photographer for the Daily Beagle. When I'm not pooching around, I'm working like a dog... ...trying to sniff out the latest story. I frolic and I dance And I do this with my pants Okay! Enough!