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- Ha-ha! - Huzzah! - Yeah!

- Ha-ha! - Cool.

Whoo-hoo!

Man: Huh?

Surprise!

It's Doctor Octopus!

Various: Jump on! Come on! Surround him!

We need backup! We got a code 3!

I mean 4... Definitely a 4.

Ahh, to kick back and watch Earth's petty struggles

from the comfort of my Asgardian snow fort.

It's no throne of Asgard...

...yet. But it's home.

I've come for the Beta-Burst missile.

And this ridiculous mortal

who dares set himself above his fellows, Dr. Otto Octavius.

Prepare to be punked by the hand of Loki.

Well put, my henchman.

Now behold my latest bit of trickery:

Heimdall's eyeballs. You are one sorry Chitauri!

An enchanted snowball that overloads a

superbeing's powers beyond anything ever seen.

It's called Norn Frost, and eight out of

nine realms surveyed don't recommend it!

An Octavius overload

should really mess with that annoying Spider-Man.

Whoo! Yeah!

How do I do this all day and not get nauseated?

Good question, Spider-Man.

- Huh? Nick Fury? - SHIELD needs your help.

Your old foe, Doc Ock... Would you stop swinging?

Doc Ock is attacking a secret SHIELD base.

A secret base? Where?

A tropical island? Inside a volcano?

- On a satellite? - New Jersey.

Oh. Jersey... All right. I'm on it!

Otto Octavius, here I come!

Tell me: Which way to the Beta-Burst Missile?

I-I don't know what you're talking about.

Norn Frost, away!

What's that?

Ugh!

- Get him! Come on! - Now's our chance!

Operation Pile on!

Oh-h-h-h... this, I like!

Oh no...

I said, which way to the Beta-Burst Missile?

I'll never tell you!

Gah! It's in Building 6, Building 6!

Whew! Uhhh, I'm so fired.

I regret nothing!

Doc Ock: Don't get up, fellows, I can reach it from here.

- Where's that back-up? - Spider-Man: What exotic locale

did you go super hero-ing in this weekend, Peter?

New Jersey? Heh... Awesome.

- Welcome, Spider-Man. - Huh?

These mortals were no match for me.

Definitely a code 5!

- I'm an overload! - What's an overload?

...he asked trepidatiously.

How the heck should I know? The name just came to me.

My mystic master wishes me to seal your doom!

Ow! Ugh!

Uh, you lost me there, snake-arms.

Spider-Man: What mystic master, and why?

Oh, I have my reasons.

Besides, there's nothing else on.

Thanks, Patsy. When we come back,

one of my favourite things: crafts made from re-purposed dryer-lint.

How 'bout that, huh?

Ughhh...

Hey, Ock! You're getting a little... grabby.

Argh!

- Missed me! Try again. - Argh!

All: Ooooh!

How 'bout this time, I stand by these high-voltage wires, 'kay?

Arrrgh!

Ugh!

Well, that went great.

Somebody order the fried calamari?

You know, "calamari?"

Ock? Oh, never mind.

- What took you so long? - Oof!

I ran out of web fluid on the Garden State Parkway.

Thanks, buddy!

Good work, Spider-Man!

Hey! But I don't have... cab fare.

Aw, I gotta walk all the way to Queens?

Great. Now I'm all angst-ridden.

Loki: What?

My Octavius Overload defeated so easily?

Argh! This isn't over!

Ugh. Really?

Henchman, the lights please!

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!

Aaah! 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!

Man: 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. - Haahhh!

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.

Ughhh...

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.

Henchman, out of my chair before I unleash the sorcerous

might of Loki all over your extra-dimensional butt!

And turn it back to what I was... Wait... what's this?

Mandarin: Tony Stark,

the so-called Invincible Iron Man.

Prepare to be vincibled.