"God! What had I done wrong to deserve such punishment?!"
Meanwhile, Tony clutched his chest and leaned against a dust-covered table and chair, his face pale. His brand-new expensive suit was covered in dust and vomit, perhaps because he had just rolled around on the floor.
But he had bought this warehouse, so he could roll around however he liked. The drunk had taken the check and gone home to celebrate long ago.
Yet something unexpected happened. Peter, who had watched the cursed video as well, did not vomit at all. Instead, he curiously dragged the virtual projection's progress bar back and forth.
"Jarvis, help me... make a note. In the future, install something inside the suit that can suck up vomit. Mute that disgusting sound too, or get this kid a pair of headphones or something."
Tony spoke with difficulty. He did not even dare look directly at the video Peter was fiddling with, choosing instead to stare into a dark corner of the warehouse.
He was fortunate that the moment he saw the video, he had sensed something was wrong from the music and immediately rolled out of his suit. Otherwise, cleaning it up would have been troublesome.
The empty suit standing nearby held up an arm to play the video while answering in a mechanical voice:
"Understood, sir. The video audio has been muted."
Tony did not dare raise his head. He merely looked at Spider-Man's heels and the hamburger lettuce leaves he had vomited up, then asked with a faint sense of imbalance:
"Peter, don't you feel unwell at all? You know, like there's something in your stomach scratching at you?"
Come on, throw up too. Then we'll all be the same!
But Little Bug's voice was relaxed, tinged with puzzled confusion. "Why would I feel