[Wade's gone, flying off toward the kitchen and the horrible, no good, very bad dinging noise. And Peter lays back into the couch with his palms over his eyes, the absolute devastation of this event palpable like a big smoggy cloud of blue-balled misery around him. Peter Parker Jr. is standing and as angry as a protester in front of the White House. Just let it all burn, Peter Parker Jr. says, Let the house burn down, if it means getting me off.]
Oh, sure, just leave me! I don't need ya anyway! I'll just suck my own dick!
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[Wade's gone, flying off toward the kitchen and the horrible, no good, very bad dinging noise. And Peter lays back into the couch with his palms over his eyes, the absolute devastation of this event palpable like a big smoggy cloud of blue-balled misery around him. Peter Parker Jr. is standing and as angry as a protester in front of the White House. Just let it all burn, Peter Parker Jr. says, Let the house burn down, if it means getting me off.]
Oh, sure, just leave me! I don't need ya anyway! I'll just suck my own dick!