There was something off about him, maybe it was the way his eyes looked so innocent when he looked at him, or maybe it was the fact that he was crawling on the ceiling in a bright red suit like some sort of... spider, or something. He dropped down from the ceiling, nervously blushing he said, taking off his mask, "Sorry, Sorry! I know I shouldn't be in here it's just, I don't like swinging in the rain since it's dangerous, and I always put safety first, and this was the only place open, and I couldn't see, and my uncle died, and, and.." Then he began to cry. Jeff Goldblum looked at him with eyes of passion. "Listen kid, it's alright. I'm here, Jeff Goldblum the greatest actor to ever live. It's gonna be alright kid just let it all out." The boy cried, not knowing when to stop he just held on to the great actor and wept.

"You have a name kid, or what do they call you huh, some sort of uh spider-man or somethin?"

"Parker, sir." The boy responded, "Peter Parker."

"Peter Parker huh, Well why don't you spend the night kiddo, I think we're gonna get along just fine uh yeeter barker." Peter was too happy to correct him, besides he was about to spend the night in the penthouse of his idol. It was nothing short of a miracle to him, in a world where he stood out, Jeff Goldblum made him feel in. Jeff Goldblum turned around right before he left the doorway and looked at Peter. He then hit the whip and walked out again. Peter was flabbergasted, what the fuck just happened. Why the fuck did he whip? This shit makes no sense. Is this Canon? Whatever. Anyways. Peter got over his confusion and walked around the room admiring all the pictures. Every frame had a photoshoped picture of Jeff Goldblum's face on skeletor's face. What the fuck is going on Peter thought. His idol was turning out to be some sort of freak.

Paul