Peters POV:
I throw myself into the back of my chair in exasperation. What is up with this internship and boredom?
I literally twiddle my thumbs for a moment before I remember my online friends. I pull out my phone and create a group chat with the both of them. I send the first message, praying that they will answer.
Peter
I'm soooo boooored
I even composed a haiku about it since I have nothing else to do
*Clears throat*
Boredom, I hate it
It makes me do crazy stuff
To stop this boredom
Mr. Insomniac
Wow...
Just wow
That is awful.
Aren't you supposed to be smart or something?
Peter
Hey!
I'm offended. >:(
I just shared my soul with you.
And I never said I'm a poet or anything.
Mama Spider
Nice job Baby Spider
Nice job
Here's your award for participation
(ノ・◡・)ノ*:・゚✧
Peter
I can't tell if I'm offended or not
Mama Spider
Maybe that plays into the bad poem
Peter
Man, I didn't know you had a sassy side
Must be hidden behind what you say is "scaryness"
Mr. Insomniac
She IS scary Baby Spider
I'm surprised that some of her co-workers are even alive right now.
Peter
I got it!
Mama Spider
Got what?
Peter
The cure to my boredom!
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