[hey they're pretty damn tasty, he gets it. plus they're head and shoulders above the weird sausage things he'd had the misfortune of sampling before winding up in lockdown at the safehouse. if he didn't ever have to eat another questionable insect protein forcemeat type product, he'd probably be better for it, both health wise and in terms of general life satisfaction. after all, there wasn't a page in the spidey manual that covered what to do in cases like these.

nor was there a page on how to deal with this. oh well. he'd just have to charge ahead full steam. but first, another potato bites the dust.]

I like the small pleasures in life too, but if the only thing that's been given to you is potatoes, I gotta wonder how you drew the short end of the stick.

At least add a pizza into the mix or something.