"WOOO! I have a feeling you're gonna be, like, the wildest kinda drunk. Or, like, really miserable. If you start crying messy-style I'm leaving you in a gutter somewhere, deal?"
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A long, tragic, exasperated sigh.
"Yeah, we're going drinking."
"Okay, I'm caught between making a joke about the fact that you just said β οΈβ οΈβ οΈβ οΈ or the fact that you're taking a day off which means it's time to get your DRINK OOOOOON!"
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"β οΈβ οΈβ οΈβ οΈ it, Cindy and the others are right. I need a day off. No Spider-Man today."
"I'm gonna direct all the Spider-Bot data to the Avengers and the Baxter Building, I'm gonna pester Kurt to handle my night patrol, and I'm going to go on a date or something."
"I might even go to a meeting."
Nah.