Peter flicked his wrist and shot a strand of webbing onto the wall of a nearby building.
He pulled hard, sending himself flying out of the alley in an instant.
In midair, Peter used the pull of his web to swing nimbly between the buildings.
He kept his eyes fixed on the Green Goblin, who was wreaking havoc ahead, and shouted,
"Hey! You green freak on the glider!"
"Did you pay the parking fee for that thing?!"
Hearing the familiar voice, the Green Goblin spun around on his Goblin Glider.
"You again, you damned bug!"
The Green Goblin cursed through gritted teeth.
This was far from their first encounter.
Ever since Peter had started fighting crime on the streets of New York, the Green Goblin had become an old acquaintance.
They had fought several times, in battles big and small, but neither could get the better of the other.
"How many times have I told you? I'm a spider, not a bug!"
Peter flipped through the air and landed firmly on a streetlight.
He crouched there and spread his hands helplessly.
"Buddy, why aren't you home watching a talk show this late at night? Why are you out here blowing up the roads?"
"Do you know how much it costs taxpayers when New York City Hall repairs a road? I haven't started paying taxes yet, but it still hurts to watch!"
"Shut your filthy mouth!" the Green Goblin roared, steering his glider around to face Peter.
"Tonight, I'm going to pull out your tongue and burn it to ashes along with those pajamas of yours!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Green Goblin pressed a control on the Goblin Glider.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The miniature machine guns at the front of the glider opened fire, spraying a dense rain