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"Yes you do. Jeez. I’ve come up with better insults for you and we both know it." He gestured. "Well lead the way, brainiac." 

"Nope." In a very quick motion he shifted his body to one side, nudging Johnny a bit. "Then move, wrench." He whispered in a stupidly over-sexualized voice before walking forward. "This way."

The thug snickered at his… friend? Man what could he even consider Mercury (or whatever he changed his name to. He was stuck as Mercury or bookworm in Johnny’s mind.) “You’re so fucking dumb.” He snorted as he followed him.

"You call me bookworm. The implication being I'm overly intelligent." Lewis said, still walking, not bothering to look at his companion. "So if I'm fucking dumb, that puts you in a real bad spot."

I don’t know, the Bugle seems to put a lot of things on your head.

A lot? Try everything. I’m good, I’m bad, I’m bad, I’m worse. I just can’t win with those guys.

I can't help you there, Spidey, sorry about that. All I can do is... tell people you're not evil?

Hm. Yes, I can see the problem you’d face.

Yeah, surprisin’ your mother-in-law isn’t really worth the Bugle– and probably NYPD– putting a bounty on my head.

I don't know, the Bugle seems to put a lot of things on your head.

six words; forty-seven (via spareheiress)

"That works." That and Johnny’s pockets were little ‘empty’ after trying to fix his motorcycle. The thug popped back inside to grab a light jacket- didn’t need it but it hid the tats so in the long run, helped hide his ID. He came right back out. "You choose the place, bookworm." 

He tested the nickname. “No. No, no, no, back to the drawing board, I need a better insult.” 

"Yes you do. Jeez. I’ve come up with better insults for you and we both know it." He gestured. "Well lead the way, brainiac." 

"Nope." In a very quick motion he shifted his body to one side, nudging Johnny a bit. "Then move, wrench." He whispered in a stupidly over-sexualized voice before walking forward. "This way."