The Choice
This is is. The moment of truth. Of triumph, no matter the actual outcome. The mere fact they're here now, Osborn and Parker, Goblin and Spider, flying towards an island for yet another of their endless confrontations, means that Norman's already won. A small victory, given what he's grown accustomed to, but in a place like this, one that means the world.
However, there's still quite a few important matters to attend to before the final score gets tallied, such as filling the silence as they make their way over to their final stomping grounds. Taunts and mechanical laughter can only go so far, after all, and the two guests that Norman's seen fit to bring along are going to have to realize that their welcome is rapidly wearing out. Time to do something about all that, don't you think?
As soon as he finally works himself free of that damn webbing Spider-Man bound him with, Norman begins to gain altitude. A lot of it.
"I think we all know what's coming next, don't we, kids?"
However, there's still quite a few important matters to attend to before the final score gets tallied, such as filling the silence as they make their way over to their final stomping grounds. Taunts and mechanical laughter can only go so far, after all, and the two guests that Norman's seen fit to bring along are going to have to realize that their welcome is rapidly wearing out. Time to do something about all that, don't you think?
As soon as he finally works himself free of that damn webbing Spider-Man bound him with, Norman begins to gain altitude. A lot of it.
"I think we all know what's coming next, don't we, kids?"