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Yes!
I guess I gotta adjust my new web-shooters.
Inventing these wasn't easy.
Lots of problem- solving involved.
It reminds me of this one time with Iron Man,
the best inventor I know.
He and I had to put our minds together to solve a big problem.
A big messy problem.
Huh, snazzy. What is it?
Since the city can't keep up with all the trash,
I invented new high speed, high tech,
garbage trucks.
Non-polluting, energy efficient, sorts out recycling,
and looks magnificent. Just like me.
Smells like strawberries.
That's a feature.
Evil robot Ultron!
This truck may have been invented by you, Iron Man,
but now it belongs to me.
I don't want to point out the obvious, but an
evil world-conquering robot just stole your garbage truck.
Well then, let's go get it back.
Hey, Ultron! What are you doing stealing a trash truck?
I mean your evil deeds are pretty stinky but uh...
After I pollute the city and make it uninhabitable,
you humans will move out.
Then the city will be all mine.
Not nice, Ultron!
Good, I lost 'em.
Now!
Hey, wait!
You've got web on your wheels!
And now you've got web on your everything!
Utter foolishness.
This city belongs to me!
This isn't working.
If we're not gonna beat him through strength,
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