I was Spiderman, only I was also me. The Framily was hanging out at an indoor pool. I had let my webholes grow closed, like when you take out your earrings, but I pricked a hole in my right one to make swing ropes. After three wimpy shots, all the web was gone, because I hadn’t used it in so long. I could feel the empty casing inside my forearm. After awhile, fresh web came back, and I tried again, but it kept breaking. No matter how thickly I threw it, it stretched and stretched, like Model Magic, then broke as we tried to swing it into the pool. The DJ kept trying to console me, telling me it didn’t matter that my web didn’t work, but it did matter and I thought he was being condescending.
Then I tried to open up my left webhole, but I didn’t have a pin, so I picked it open (this is where it gets gross) I tried shooting web, but only a big glop came out, then an earthworm, then some orange liquid, like not-quite-set jello. There was another worm poking out, so this time I pulled it loose. The whole time, it didn’t feel gross, really, or maybe it was more like intensely fascinating gross.
The hole got bigger, and I could see the web housing, the spooler, and I grabbed that and pulled it out. It looked like a blue hot dog. I could see something else down the tube inside my arm, which wasn’t bloody or anything. It was like a long tunnel with a ribbed shell, like the kind babies crawl through, only it was inside my arm and now it was empty. I had removed all the web junk from my left arm. I started on the right. So then I had two blue hot dogs and no web slinging capability and big holes in my wrists.
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