Peter heard Anton's words and nearly went crazy.
His girlfriend was already crazy enough, but streaking was just too much!
Imagining Chief George taking his anger out on him, Peter angrily leaped onto Anton's back, wrapped his arms around his neck, and shouted, "You bastard, you think you can do whatever you want! I'm going to punish you in the name of the moon..."
Anton stuck out his tongue as Peter choked him, but still looked smug. "This is a sacred act in defense of democracy and freedom. You should support us! I'm telling you, streaking is a real thrill!"
"Bullshit! Why don't you encourage your own girlfriend to streak?"
Peter squeezed Anton's neck as hard as he could and shouted angrily, "You bastard, you just can't stand that we're doing better than you, can you? I'm challenging you to a one-on-one..."
As he spoke, Peter saw Old Ox Alexei dragging a basketball-sized chunk of reef toward the field. He quickly jumped down, rushed over, and snatched it away. "That's not thrilling enough..."
Then Peter ran outside the crowd, shot out a web that stuck to a chunk of reef the size of a tractor cab, and trudged toward the field.
Before Alexei could say anything, Peter gripped the web and swung the boulder around like a hammer thrower. "The race starts when the reef hits the water! Whoever brings it back wins!"
Pietro bent forward into the Flash's stylish starting pose, then turned his head toward Neil with a smile. "I won't let you lose too badly..."
Neil smiled nonchalantly. "You haven't changed at all..."
"What?"
While Pietro was stunned, Peter hurled the boulder with all his might.
To keep Anton from winning, Peter seemed to let the boulder slip from his hand. It veered slightly toward Neil, so