Hey Rhiney, remember how my webbing slowed you up last time? Well here's a little blast from the past to jog your memory, big guy! 

These games aren't helping you make any friends at the sanitation department, Rhiney! Speaking of games... how 'bout we play tag... /you're/ it!

[Talking to himself.]

I could've stayed in bed, curled up to Mary Jane. But noo. I had to be Mr. Insomniac. Mr. "I'll-sneak-out-and-get-in-some-web-slinging, be-back-before-she-wakes-up." One minute I'm crouched on a rooftop, and the next I've got Judge Dredd on my butt.