Three Spider-Men gathered around a jar, staring at the churning black liquid inside. One of them pointed into the jar and said, "Are you sure this thing is alien life? Why does he look like a lump of mud?"
"Don't say that." Another Spider-Man spoke up. "I remember he hates being called mud more than anything. He may look a little evil, but he's actually pretty nice. His previous host was my friend too. You two stay back. I'll go talk to him."
The other two Spider-Men took two steps back. One of them asked worriedly, "How are you going to talk to him? Where's this thing's mouth?"
"I have a Symbiote in my body too. The two of them can communicate, but their method of communication..."
Before Spider-Man could finish, the black mud in the jar shot upward. With a bang, a huge black tentacle smashed a crater into the ceiling. Spider-Man leaped into the air as red Symbiote Slime surged from his back.
The two sides collided, instantly like a giant paint bucket had been overturned. Mud splattered everywhere in an instant, and the entire room looked as though it had been splashed with paint—black here, black-red there.
About two minutes later, the two sides finally stopped their friendly exchange. The other two Spider-Men heard another voice coming from the Spider-Man inside the room: "Fuck, Venom is this disgusting in every universe! Blegh..."
"Where did this country bumpkin come from?!" A low, evil voice rang out. "Get the hell out! This body is mine!"
"Can you be reasonable?! Venom! Don't you understand first come, first served? Spider-Man is my official host. We signed a contract. You're the one who should get lost!"
"Did entering the atmosphere burn your brain out?! Get lost!"
"Stop arguing, stop arguing!!" Spider-Man raised