01x02 - Slaughter on the 23rd Floor!

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Where are these
"Overloads" coming from?

All these bulked-up, villainous
overpowered hooligans.

And that Spider-Man!

He must have "overloaded"
Doc Ock himself,

just so he could look good
when he beat him.

Midgard certainly has
no shortage of fools.

Flessshhh.
Venom hungry.

Flessshhh!

Well, well, well.
Venom.

Now there's a creature
worth overloading.

So, with onions,
or without onions?

- Whoa... Uh...
- Helloooo? It's a simple question.

Norn Frost away!

Oh, come on buddy, I
don't have all day...

Ow!

Sssomething hit Venom.

Ssstrange sssnowy
sssomething.

Pulse pounding...
senses shattered...

expletive deleted.

♪ Swing along, Spidey ♪

♪ Past the rooftops ♪

♪ No one's in trouble,
no crime to stop ♪

Spider-Man, again?

Amazing. Spectacular!

Let's see if this
Overload is an improvement

over the last one.
Sic 'em.

Ahhh...
some days, Manhattan is just

one big friendly neighbourhood. Whoa!

And other times,
Manhattan is like an alien

symbiote trying to stick
its tendrils in your eye.

Spider-Man?

What's that masked lunatic up to?

Get out of my newsroom!

It's on my first day!

Relax, J.J.
Hey Venom. Have a seat!

Gah!

Have a seat? Wow.
That was corny even for me.

I need some new material.

- Dessstroy Ssspider!
- What's with the glowy eyes?

Just like Doc Ock.

Is that, like, a thing now?

If Doc Ock got a faux-hawk,

would you imitate that too?
Ha-ha-ha!

Wait! Hang on.

- Huhhh?
- Hey! Yummy.

- Gotta love the Danish.
- Cheessse pleassse.

Cheese, huh?
But I got the last one.

But Spider has mask.
How Spider eat?

I... can't...
But I must!

But... I can't!
No-o-o-o-o...

...o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

That'll be six bucks.

Hey, buddy!

Venom sssmack ssspider!

Huh. You sure know
a lot of "S" words.

- Hey!
- You want this? Get it!

No!

I got a new word for you:
S-s-s-see ya!

Oh boy.

Huh. And they say
print is dead.

Sssigh.

Come on, Venom.
We'll get you cleaned up

and put in a nice, cozy
cell on the Helicarrier.

Wolverine is cooking for
the prisoners tonight.

- Kebab, bub?
- Good one.

Ha, ha.
S'not funny.

Thank you, Captain America.
You too, Wolverine.

Hey! I love kebabs.
And I'm free for dinner.

What? Oh yeah, great.
Toodles!

A-a-a-and I'm angst-y
again. Hup!

Gahh!
My newsroom.

My beautiful fourth
estate showplace.

I'll get you, webslinger!

Not today, J.J.

Huh?
Out of web fluid!

Guess I'm walking back
to Queens, again.