On the television, the male lead knelt in the rain, holding the female lead and sobbing.
"I love you!"
"I love you too!"
The next second, the female lead pulled out a gun and pressed it to his head.
"So you have to die."
A gunshot rang out.
Half of Venom's face bulged out of the sofa's backrest.
"What is this?"
Gwen Stacy sat cross-legged at the other end of the sofa, holding a cup of coffee that had already gone cold.
"A TV drama."
"We know it's a TV drama." Venom bared his fangs in a scowl. "We mean, why was she crying one second and trying to kill someone the next? Her emotions change faster than we can restructure our matter."
"Because the writer needs conflict."
"The writer needs a brain scan."
Gwen Stacy reached for a piece of chocolate and popped it into her mouth.
Venom's eyes immediately followed the chocolate.
"That one was ours."
"You ate the last box too."
"The last box was just an appetizer."
"You've already eaten three hundred grams today."
"We just saved four people."
"There's no medical connection between saving people and eating chocolate."
"There is," Venom said solemnly. "We used energy, so we need to replenish our energy. Energy comes from chocolate. A flawless conclusion."
Before Gwen Stacy could argue, Venom suddenly sneezed.
"Ah-choo!"
Black liquid burst from her shoulder like a splattered blob of ink. The television screen flickered violently, and the picture instantly dissolved into static.
The lights in the Underground Clinic went out.
The refrigerator stopped running.
A faint sizzling came from the wires inside the walls.
Gwen Stacy set down her coffee, her fingers already gripping the edge of the sofa.
"What did you do?"
"It wasn't us."
For the first time, Venom's voice didn't immediately