It was the end of the work day. The Daily Bugle was closed and everybody had gone home. J. Jonah Jameson, had his trench coat on and a hat over his head. He had walked out of the elevator with a copy of that days Daily Bugle between his arms. He walked boldly towards the glass spin doors. He pushed the handle and spun unto the other side of the spinning door. A kid, rollerblading, nearly crashed into him. Mr. Jameson stumbled backwards. "Watch it, brat!" The kid continued to rollerblade wildly down the sidewalk, nearly crashing into other pedestrians.

"Stupid youngsters! No respect for anyone these days!" He turned right and took a step before running into someone who was just standing in the middle of the street looking upward. "Hey, did you leave your brain at home or what? What the hell are you doing just standing in the middle…" he noticed a nervous look on the mans face as he started to take a few steps back. Mr. Jameson looked up and saw Dr. Octopus speedily racing down the wall of the skyscraper. Before he could react, he leaped off the wall. Mr. Jameson stumbled backwards and tripped over his own feet and landed on his ass. Dr. Octavius landed in front of him, landing one two of his mechanical limbs which lowered him to his own feet. Everyone else began to run for their lives, screaming in terror. With one of is mechanical limbs, he wrapped it around Mr. Jameson's neck and lifted him up off the ground. He gasped struggling to get air through into his lungs.

"Ah, if it isn't Mr. Jonathon Jonah Jameson, editor and chief of the Daily Bugle. You've been saying some very nasty things about me in your paper, which I have found a little offensive."

"You lunatic…You have gone…mad!"

"oh, I'm quite mad!" Dr. Octopus chuckled.