Tudo se passou num dia tranquilo...

Foi nesse suposto dia tranquilo que eu conheci o Peter Parker.
Estava no computador a mandar mails à dearest Marta, quando, provavelmente sem querer, mandei um mail para o endereço errado.
As coisas passaram-se assim:

Marta: Vou aí agora. Ouviste? Fui eu a tocar à campainha.
Eu: Oops. A porta abriu? Às vezes fica emperrada. Como a da dispensa. Tens de fazer força.
Marta: Acho que vou entrar pla janela..
Eu: Mas isto é um 1º andar que parece um 3º. Como é que vais fazer isso?

Peter Parker (a partir deste momento, lixei-me para a Marta XD): Ehm, trepo as paredes.. Lembra-te que sou o Homem-Aranha, yah?
Eu: Sorry Peter Parker... I thought I was e-mailing my friend Marta L---- P----.
Peter Parker: LMAO (até os big super-heroes falam assim).
Eu: How's Mary-Jane? Pregnant already? You sly dog!
Peter Paker: YEP, she's knocked up, alright..
Eu: You must tell me all about it!!! By the way, why did you turn emo?
Pete P. (por esta altura já éramos muito amigos): Well, we're gonna have six babies. And I turned emo because I'm tired of the life I have, having a secret identity and all that. It's quite hard.
Eu: Sorry, Peter. My sister was bothering me about this essay we got to do together. Oh. I think that I haven't mentioned it before, but I'm still in high school. Sucks, right? Well... This emo thing. Yeah I understand that. It must be quite overwhelming. I would like to ask you a question. I hope you don't mind. Does it hurt when the webs come out from your wrists?
Pete P.: That's.. a rather personal question. But I'll answer it. Yes, it does hurt. Quite a lot actually. But I always act like a brave little man.
Eu: Wow! You trully are my hero, Peter Parker. Just think about it: what would happen if you had heights? haha
Pete P.: Well, I dunno, I'd probably be throwing myself from all the towers, but always managing to save myself through my webs. x)
Eu: So, how does it work? You have this incredible sixth sense that tells you whenever a crime is being comitted or you just listen to the police radio like every average people?
Pete P.: I have this little radio. Latest technology. You gotta see it.
Eu: Any time! Just set the date. And tell me... What happens when someone sees the true identity of Spider-Man?; you kill them, right?
Pete P.: Yep, I'll kill 'em. I'm a bad ass motherfucker.


Eu (para a Marta): Desculpa ter demorado a responder mas ando aqui a mandar mails ao Peter Parker, sabes?


Esqueci-me de lhe pedir uma foto autografada. Sei que toda a gente vai pensar que eu inventei isto do nada... É tudo verdade.

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