Rappys my Secret Santa assignment? Sweet! I actually know her! exclaimed a certain webhead after he scanned over the contents of a shiny red envelope. This shouldnt be too difficult. Im decently familiar with her interests and personality and such.
Forty-five minutes and a bit of breakfast later, he said, Yeah, Ive got nothing. And unless that clock is lying to me, its minion time. Maybe Gagh will have an idea.
Noxious fumes filled Webs nostrils as he entered the lab. Yep, hes here. After gingerly circling around a large
something that was on fire, the webhead poked his head into the warboss invenshuns room. Hey Gagh, I wa- BLAM! A rather large hole appeared in his forehead, and the poor webheads body crumpled to the ground. A second later, there was a brief flash of light, and an exact duplicate of the dead Spider-Fan was standing in the doorwa