The day Doc Ock gave me a radio was the day I knew I'd be there for a while. It'd already been, what, three days? He gave me good food, though. Like one time he ordered Chinese. I loved Chinese. But, how could he go pick it up? He was a wanted criminal!

That's when I found out he was good friends with The Chameleon. This dude was crazy man! He could change into who ever he wanted to. That's sick! I figured the two met while working in The Sinister Six.

I ignored them chatting with their gay ass chopsticks and I turned up the radio.

Z100 was my favorite because they played tons of Green Day songs.

I sat there at ate my rice. Good, hot rice. Yeah.

"Okay, all you crazy Green Day fans! Have I got news for you!"
"What!" I screamed at the radio. I felt Doc Ock and 'ol Change-O staring at me. "Never mind!" I yelled at them.

"They band will be staying in New York for an estimated two years. They will be making a movie based on the American Idiot album."

I didn't listen to the rest. I didn't have to. I started screaming and jumping up and down.

"What? What? Vat!" Doc Ock yelled at me.

"Green Day are coming! Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm gonna faint...I'm gonna die!" I started screaming. I then remembered where I was.

"You gotta lemme go!"

"What? You crazy, girl?" The Chameleon spat.

"Green Day are coming! I have to meet them! You don't understand!"

"You're right," he said. "We don't."

"They are my reason for living and breathing! I gotta get outta here!"

They ignored me. I started screaming and cursing and saying things I will not repeat because it'd have to be censored, and I mean that. I was going to explode...have a nervous breakdown...I did.

That's it...

I started banging on the glass like a crazed lunatic.

"You maniac!"

"I can't take it anymore! I can't be kept in here forever!" I started screaming.

"Somebody Help Me! Someone Save Me! Spider-Man! Spider-Man!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I screamed so hard and so loud my throat hurt. But I didn't care. I still screamed.

"Spider-Man! Spider-Man! Spider-Man, Come Get Me!"

Then Doc Ock ran over to the wall. I continued screaming. He released more gas into the air. So much that I couldn't stand. I could barely breath. And, once again, I passed out. I must've broken the world record already!