After their chaotic yet hilarious first VR adventure, Mark Ruffalo and David Rush couldn't stop thinking about it. A week later, Mark called David.

"You know, David," Mark said, chuckling over the phone, "I can't get Spider-Man's 'potty rocket' move out of my head. We've gotta go back."

David didn't need convincing. "I'm in. Let's call Dr. Evans."

Dr. Evans, still recovering from the last debacle, was hesitant when he got their call.

"Look, guys," he said nervously, "the system wasn't supposed to do... that. I've patched it up, tested it, and I'm confident it will work this time. But I warn you, no more Spider-Man weirdness!"

Mark and David agreed, but they were secretly hoping for another laugh-worthy disaster.

Arriving in Scottsdale, Mark and David were greeted by Dr. Evans, who looked determined to redeem himself. The VR headsets were ready, and Far Cry Primal was once again queued up.

"This time, it's going to be flawless," Dr. Evans assured them.

Mark and David donned the headsets, and with a press of the button, they were transported back to the prehistoric world.

They found themselves standing in a dense, lush forest. The sunlight filtered through the trees, and they could hear the distant cries of saber-tooth tigers and mammoths.

"Wow," David said, crouching to inspect a prehistoric flower. "This actually looks perfect."

Mark pointed to a herd of woolly rhinos grazing nearby. "And the detail is incredible. You might've nailed it this time, Doc."

But then, the ground trembled. The trees flickered. Suddenly, skyscrapers began sprouting from the ground like bizarre digital weeds. The forest morphed into New York City again.

"Oh no," Dr. Evans muttered, staring at his monitor. "No, no, no!"

Mark and David exchanged gleeful looks. "Here we go again," Mark said.

Spider-Man swung in, landing dramatically in front of them. "Hey, fellas! Back so soon? Let me introduce you to my team!"

He gestured behind him, where four bizarre figures appeared:

White Tiger—a literal white house cat, licking its paw nonchalantly.

Iron Fist—a disembodied fist made entirely of iron, floating ominously.

Nova—a plastic toy rocket with a miniature helmet strapped to its top.

Power Man—a Corsair power supply unit, humming softly and sparking at the edges.

Mark doubled over laughing. "This is your team?!"

David was already in tears. "Iron Fist... it's just... a fist!"

Dr. Evans was clutching his head, muttering, "This can't be happening... this can't be happening…"

Suddenly, Spider-Man froze. "Oh no. Implosive diarrhea incoming!"

Before anyone could react, the air filled with a thunderous series of farts, and brown water sprayed in all directions like a catastrophic sprinkler.

"Nice move, webhead!" Nova's robotic voice quipped, spinning wildly before shooting into the sky.

White Tiger let out an angry meow, its fur dripping as it darted under a bench.

Sparks flew from Power Man, which began vibrating violently before exploding in a small puff of smoke.

Dr. Evans screamed, "ENOUGH!" and yanked the power cord from the wall.

Mark and David ripped off their headsets, laughing so hard they collapsed onto the floor of the garage.

Dr. Evans paced furiously, his face a mix of rage and disbelief. "Guys, STOP LAUGHING! This wasn't supposed to happen!"

David wiped tears from his eyes. "Doc, I gotta say, this is way better than Far Cry Primal."

Mark nodded, struggling to catch his breath. "You're sitting on the greatest comedy VR experience ever, man!"

Dr. Evans glared at them. "I was trying to make history, not a circus!"

But deep down, even he couldn't deny that the laughter was infectious. Maybe, just maybe, he was onto something... just not what he expected.