Okay! An update! I've been somewhat inspired to write some more due to after watching the Spider-Man 3 trailer on Yahoo! Movies. So now, it is my priority to finish all stories I placed on "hiatus" before the next movie starts. C'mon people! Death threats! I need the toughest motivation out there!

Song with no soul-- Yeah, I know you're wondering and getting impatient about the sequel of Of Honey and Bees...but I decided to delete Octopus High and Timeless because it is killing me. I still have them in files somewhere, but I decided to only write fanfics one at a time. I'm going to finish this first, then update, revise,and finish League of Eight, then write the HB sequel. And I mightwrite a new story and abandon Timeless, but I'll still have the ideas and the song-fic chapters written.Besides, there were stuff in the fanfics I deleted that I needed to change anyway, since I learned a whole lot about our favorite eight-limbed fellow. (And I don't know why I did the tylenol-drug thing anyway...but I did get drunk and floppy with it once. It was odd. And Peter-Otto had a cold. It was cold medicine.)

Everyone else-- Thank you for the reviews! They are sweet and gives me confidence that this will turn out good. I hope you all will enjoy!

Chapter 6: Cigars are nasty and second-hand smoking kills!

Otto stood in the elevator, waiting while it goes up to the 16th floor of the Daily Bugle building. He hummed the Mozart tune that served as the elevator music, rocking slowly back and forth with his hands in front of him. He had gotten here by Peter's small yellow, cool vespa scooter, fighting through bothersome traffic. Wait until I can swing to here...

When the elevator reached the editor's office floor, Otto had to walk through the lobby. He had noticed a pack of 100 calories Oreo cookies in the vending machines there, giving himself a reminder to get it later.

Walking into the office, where it is full of Daily Bugle employees and writers, Otto didn't know where or what to do next.

Looking around nervously, he found the water fountain and walked up to drink from it, until a large black man stopped him.

"Hi Peter!" the black man said.

"Uh...hi.." Otto tried not to blink and made a forced smile. What was his name?

"JJ is waiting for you in that office there," he pointed to a separate room where a grumpy old man is smoking a cigar crazily, "but I have to talk to him first. Wait for me for a few minutes, 'kay?" Otto saw his ID tag. Robbie. Whew!

"O-okay... Robbie. I'll just wait here then."

Robbie smiled and nodded, leaving to enter the Editor's room. The idea of drinking water left his mind, and Otto sat in an empty chair that sat next to a secretary woman's desk. He was fumbling nervously on Peter's camera, wishing they could hurry up.

"Hi Peter!" the secretary woman, who was typing, smiled dreamily-looking at Peter.

"Uh...h-hi..." he looked at the lady's name crest at the front of the desk. Betty Brant, head secretary of the Daily Bugle. "H-hi... Brant-- uh, Betty, uh--"

Betty let out a giggle. Giggle? "Ha ha, you're so funny Peter!"

Otto nodded nervously, giving out a nervous laughter. There were silence between them in a busy newsroom.

"So...uh...nice weather today..." Otto started, obviously nervous and bored.

"Yeah! I know! The weatherman said that the clouds are clearing up today!"

Otto nodded, but felt fustrated in his mind. Damn...and I was kinda hoping that we'd get struck again so I can get outta this mess, he thought.

But Otto would only think this in a situation like this. He liked it earlier, to actually sleep in a comfortable warm bed, to be with someone who at least loves him and makes breakfast for him in the mornings...to watch TV again...to have a good bath...

Otto blinked from his thoughts, then looked through some of the photos inside his backpack to cure his boredom. They're actually kinda good shots, Otto smiled, for someone who spends his days kicking my ass and posing like some super model in gay tights.

Otto was kinda noticing that Betty Brant kept giving him quick glances.

Otto looked at her.

She looked at the computer screen.

Otto looked back at his pictures.

Betty looked at him again.

Um...Otto thought.

He looked at her, she looked at the screen. He looked at the pictures, she looked at him.

If this were anime, a big drop of sweat would've formed in his face. Otto looked around and saw a magazine. He put up his pictures and got up to get it, and went back to his seat. Heh, Time magazine.

Betty was looking at him again. Annoyed, but patient, Otto was reading the magazine. Well, actually fake reading. He was very uncomfortable about Betty's stares.

Then, at the right moment, Otto looked at Betty straight in the eye. She couldn't move from this one. "Yes?" he asked.

"O-oh..." Otto could see Betty's blush, "I...uh, like your hair. You curled it!"

Otto placed his hand on his goldenrod hair, "...thank you?"

"And you looked kinda cuter with those geeky glasses. Though, you were handsome without it."

Otto blinked. Cute? Handsome? "Uh, thank you."

Betty just giggled some more, then went back to work. Otto, his eyes twitching, went back to reading the newspaper. Odd...

Then, Robbie stepped out of Jameson's office room, calling out for Otto-peter, "You're up!"

Peter couldn't stand it any longer. There were nothing to do in the house! Boring church shows are on TV, and he didn't feel like cleaning up the house some more. He did, surprisingly, finished up his homework all yesterday, until Otto showed up on the news again. Mary Jane had forced him to finish his work, and he did so at a fast pace so he could catch Doc Ock. The actuators were oddly quiet all morning, and Peter didn't feel like talking to them.

So, to cure his boredom, Peter went outside for a walk. He took Otto's trenchcoat (so in case MJ came back), his other cellphone, some money, and house keys, locking the door and leaving the apartment building. The actuators were tucked safely underneath his trenchcoat.

So Peter, where are we going this morning? All four actuators spoke to him in his mind.

I dunno...just for a walk.

Remember, no crime fighting! There were a strong, demanding voice in this one. We'll call him Bossy.

"What?" Peter-otto stopped in the sidewalk among the crowd, suddeningly yelling it out. "I can't do crime fighting?"

Hey, why can't he do whatever he wants to do? This one sounded innocent. We'll call him...Happy.

Father is a supervillain, not a superhero.

"No, that other one is right, I can do whatever the hell I want to do!" Other passer-bys were looking at Peter like he was a nutcase. Wierd guy...

So? We let father be whatever he wants to be. He wanted to recreate the machine and steal at the bank, Peter wants to save lives! Happy cried.

Are you taking our enemy's side?

Um...not really?

Traitor!

Hey, calm down you guys, Peter thought. They were having a civil war in his head.

Thank you Mr. Peter!

Traitor!

Guys, stop fighting, I'm trying to keep my cover, do you want us caught?

Sorry Mr. Peter...

I apologize.

Geez, what abunch of babies...said a lazy-sounding actuator. We'll call him Lazy.

The forth one seemed always quiet. We'll call him Mute.

Hey! So uncalled for! Both Bossy and Happy yelled at the same time.

Um...hey look! I'm going to buy an ice cream cone, Peter looked over and found an ice cream stand on the street. He took out five dollars from his wallet to go and buy one.

Yay! ICE CREAM!

No, Parker! You can't just approach to them like that, he'll recognize you!

(Yawn.)

...Fire.

Relax, it's just some simple ice cream cone! Damn, it is so hot out here, I guess it is global warming. Peter walked to the Ice-cream man and asked for a Banana-chocolate ice cream pop that was packaged.

See? It wasn't so bad.

Banana and chocolate? Father always get the oreos cookies and cream.

Ice cream!

(Yawn.)

...fire.

The Ice-cream man gave him his ice cream and change, before Peter-otto could blink at Mute's last comment. Huh? What did you say?

I said that Father likes oreo cookies and cream?

Ice cream?

(Yawn?)

No...the quiet one said something.

Peter could mentally see all three actuators each looking at Mute with odd glances. He never say anything.

...fire, Mute spoke again.

Yay! He said fire! Happy chirped.

Fire? Peter paused before opening his ice cream.

...fire.

Where?

Approxiately 1.5 miles away, past the corner of Elm street in the Trinity Elm Apartment Complex. The moisture in the air changed through 47 percent and there is a major increase in carbon dioxide in approxiately 68 percent.

Peter stood there, shocked.

The ice cream man looked at him strangely. "Hey mister, are you going to eat your ice cream or what?"

Hey look! A black cloud!

Before you start Parker--

Peter began to run, as fast as he could with Otto's legs and the actuator's weight, at the sight of a black cloud that could be seen on top of a building.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PARKER!"

"Uh..."

"WHERE'S THOSE PICTURES FROM LAST NIGHT!"

"Well..."

"YOU'RE FIRED!"

Otto just came in there, blinking. He didn't even show the pictures yet. He took out the pictures Peter gave him and set it on the desk.

"Never mind, you're unfired. Sit down!"

J. Jonah Jameson's commanding voice led Otto to sit down at first sound. Jonah was looking through the pictures, skimming through them, not really paying attention to them.

Otto's eyes began to water as he made a cough. Jonah's office is polluted! You would've thought that they wouldn't allow smoking in office buildings, but with Jonah the editor and possibly owner of the whole thing...

"These pictures are boring! Pathedic! What, you were giving Spider-man a fashion show or something!"

Otto blinked a few times, trying to fight the urge not to have his eyes water. He watched disgustedly as he could see Jonah's bad yellow stinky teeth.

Wait a minute...Otto thought, remembering his old body and how he smoked cigars in several occasions, I smoke too! He made another cough.

Peter must have a different reaction to smoking then. He always seemed the type to have asthma or something...

Jonah smoked in his big cigar, placing down the photos violently onto the desk, with an obvious pissed face. He then breathed out the smoke, the poisonous gas aimed right at Otto-peter's face. Otto tried not to cough, but failed miserably.

"These pictures suck!"

"(Cough) Well..(cough)"

"Never mind. $500 for these, give Ms. Brant this check, she's outside. Bye-bye."

In a split minute, Otto was already outside Jonah's office, his check in hand, where JJ forced him out. He blinked his red eyes.

"Peter!" Betty motioned for Otto to come, and he did so. He gave her his check, and she signed it.

"How can you survive in an office this close to him?" Otto asked, wiping the water out of his eyes. "It's practicallya gas factoryin there!"

"He's always been like that. Why do you ask now?" She sweetly gave him back his check.

"Uh...never mind. Good bye Ms. Brant." Otto gave her a 'salute'. Betty blushed.

Otto then remembered of the 100 calories oreo cookies left in the vending machine, taking a dollar out his pocket. Before he could leave the Daily Bugle office room, Jonah Jameson pushed Otto out the way. He was holding a filled ash tray.

"MOVE IT PARKER!"

"Yes sir?"

Otto obeyed, waited a minute, then went into the lobby. Jonah was by the vending the machine and an ash tray and trash can. He was dumping the ash onto the trash before noticing the oreo cookies.

"Hey look! 100 calories oreo cookies! I never tried one before." Jonah placed a dollar in the vending machine to get the oreo cookies out, opening it. "Hah, it is the last one in there too! I'm lucky."

Otto only wished that he could scream at the Daily Bugle editor.

Remember kiddies! Never do drugs or smoke, even when our favorite tentacled villain smoked a cigar once in the middle of the movie! It is nasty, yellows your teeth, makes you reek of nicotine, addicting, gives you lung cancer, and kills you and other people that have been near you too long.

And poor Otto, oreos are his life.