Your best-friend had a run-in with The Spot one day ago, and luckily for him, he managed to beat him and came out with couple of beatings. You, knowing his secret, decided to fix his webshooters.

He decided to come past your home after being out caring for street dogs. You then heard the front-door opening quietly and then you felt two hands hit your shoulders, attempting to spook you but that was then turned into an enthusiastic shake.

“You’re fixing my web-shooters, you’re my saviour!”