Course, if I had pockets, stuff would fall out every time I did this. Okay, so maybe I could have pockets with zippers. Maybe velcro. Yeah that'd work... I'd be creeping up behind somebody and have to get something out...
"ZZZZZZZZIP!"
"What's that smear on the wall, mommy?"
"That used to be Spider-Man, honey."
"What killed him?"
"A zipper. Some said velcro but the Daily Bugle said it was a zipper and I believe the Bugle."
"Wow, he musta been real stupid, huh?"
"Yes honey, he was."
And why the heck am I thinking about pockets anyway? Because it's easier than thinking about my life lately? And why would that bother you, Peter? Oh no reason! Everything's fine... Everything's just ducky.. Except that whenever I'm really bugged about something and I really need to go punch a bad guy there's never a bad guy around. But whenever I'm in a really good mood -- Yeah like that happens more than twice a year, there's always four or five bad guys. Or a Sinister Six. Or seven. OR nineteen waiting to bust my chops and ruin my day and--
Wait- "bugged". Spider-Man, heh... I made a funny.
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