Just Another Day at The Ugly Bailey, uh, Daily Bugle

"I'm looking for Spiderman!" he yelled to noone's surprise as he alighted on Ben Urich's desk, setting Ben's lastest article alight in the process. Fortunately the stalwart veteran reporter had finally given in to peer pressure and started using modern writing equipment, so there were sixtyfour redundant backups of the article on the mainframe. Not that the monthly ikebana festival was particularly exciting, but it would be reported anyhow.

"So what else is new?" snarled Jameson. "You've got some nerve coming here when you haven't even paid for the last window you broke yet! Anyway we've got a paper to get out, noone here has time to play message service for superheroes!"
Suddenly realizing he had inadvertently referred to Spiderman as a hero, he choked on his cigar smoke and ran coughing into his office for some fresh air. Which was a strange thing to do really, as that was where the air was thicker with his old smoke than anywhere else in the building.

Twentyfour minutes later Robertson realized that the boss was not coming back, but the Goblin was still waiting.

"Noone here has seen Spiderman for ages," he explained, pausing to wonder where Parker had picked up that bad cough. The kid didn't even smoke, for crying out loud! "Why don't you just buy a personal ad like a normal person?"

"Because I'm not a normal person!" the Goblin screeched, tossing unspecified pumpkin bombs left and right. "You ought to know by now I'm utterly insane! What are you, stupid or something?"

1. Robertson is stupid.
2. Robertson is something.
3. The Goblin is distracted as She-Hulk wanders in, and he joins her in a charming duet of "It's not easy being green".
4. Urich starts looking for his most recent backup.
5. Jameson chokes on his cigar.
6. The Goblin turns to Josh and asks politely, " And where the blue blazes do you fit into this?"

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