SPIDER-MAN: Karaoke Night
Spider-Man is property of Marvel. This is set in the same universe as "Partners in Crime".
Chapter 1: Zydrate Anatomy
"No. No. There is no way you're getting me to do this. I have some semblance of dignity still-"
"Says the guy who got stripped by the Sinister Six."
"Red, did you really have to bring that up?"
From the nearby couch, a smirk formed across Gwen Stacy's face.
"You sure you don't want to do this, Peter? Because I've got Gambit on speed dial-"
"I'll do this karaoke gig then- if you agree to do it as well."
Ben Reilly chuckled as the blond hacker looked up at the warehouse ceiling. This was going to be entertaining…
Four microphones ran from the Spider-Team's television set to some distance away, where Peter and Gwen waited for Mary Jane to start up the night's soundtrack.
Please be good. Please be good.
The lyrics materialized on screen.
"I can't feel nothing at all!" Gwen began, her alto voice resounding throughout the warehouse.
Oh crap. They're doing the Repo! soundtrack.
Peter! Get into the swing of things!
"Drug market. Submarket. Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in."
Good start! Keep it up!
"Blood market. Love market. Sometimes, I wonder why they need me at all."
Here comes-
"Zydrate comes in a little glass vial!" Peter burst out.
"A little glass vial?" Gwen asked.
"A little glass vial!" Mary Jane replied.
"And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery!"
Both Gwen and Mary Jane began dramatically panting.
"And the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy!"
The panting continued.
"And when the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery!"
"Surgery!" Mary Jane and Gwen exclaimed in unison
"Grave Robber, Grave Robber, sometimes I wonder why I even bother…" Mary Jane began.
"Grave Robber, Grave Robber, sometimes I wonder why I need you at all." Ben Reilly finished courtesy of a lousy falsetto.
"And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife!" Peter exclaimed.
"Addicted to the knife?" came Gwen's response
"Addicted to the knife!"
"And addicted to the knife, she needs a little help with the agony!"
"Agony!"
"And a little help comes in a little glass vial, in a gun pressed against her anatomy! And when the gun goes off, Miss Sweet is ready for surgery!"
"Surgery!"
The song skipped ahead.
"Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print!" Peter sang, finally getting into the swing of things.
"Some mighty fine print?" Gwen asked.
"Some…mighty…fine print."
"And that might fine print puts Mag in a mighty fine predicament! If Mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit, and if GeneCo and Rotti so will it- then a Repo Man will come and she'll pay for that surgery! Surgery!"
The song ended.
"That wasn't too bad, now was it?" Gwen asked.