Dr. Octavius looked up. Bleary eyed, he blinked and tried to bring his surroundings into focus. Twelve hours ago he sat down at his bench to work on the equations. He had been awake for the past 36 hours, driven by the cold, silver muse of science and technology. But Dr. Octavius, much to his chagrin, was still human, an aging one at that, and was feeling the strain brought about by lack of sleep and poor nutrition.

"Blast!" he exclaimed and pounded his fist on his workbench, causing pencils to roll. Sighing, he decided some nourishment would help to appease the increasingly insistent rumblings in his belly.

His tentacles silently raised him out of his chair, carrying his bulk effortlessly across the room. He rummaged through his cabinets, finding only a pack of Asian marshmallows. Grumbling as he was wont to do, he broke into the package and started chowing down. Much to his surprise, he foudn himself enjoying the sugary treats. He mused as he munched, thinking about his last heist and about making a grocery run later on.

Within minutes he felt a swift surge of energy coursing through his veins. Sugar rush.

Sitting back down at his bench, he lowered his head and went to the task of channeling this glucose into energy for his brain. And Dr. Octavius swiftly went back into his little world, lost in his work.