Peter, having consumed enough caffeine to kill three horses crawling around the ceiling rapidly: WHERE ARE THE FRESH CHILDREN FOR ME TO FEAST UPON???
Tony, holding a cross and backing himself into a corner: Whatthefuck WhatthefuckWhatthefuckWhatthefuckWhatthefuckWhatthefuckWhatthefuckWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCK!
Gwen, crawling on the ceiling with a bat, hits Peter on the head before landing down gracefully: Okay who in their right MIND gave Peter energy drinks?!
F.R.I.D.A.Y.: Mr. Barton has left the building
Gwen: Excuse me for a moment, Mr. Stark. I need to go murder, Clint.
