The relentless summer sun scorches the construction site on 45th Street, casting a harsh, unforgiving light over the workers below. It had been an exhausting week, and despite their efforts, they were nowhere near as far along as the mayor had demanded.

“COME ON, BOYS! THESE BEAMS WON'T WIELD THEMSELVES!” Steven’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding.

Suddenly, a deafening crash tore through the air. Beams snapped and crumpled as the pile of steel and concrete collapsed into chaos. From the wreckage, a massive black-scaled Komodo Dragon emerged, roaring as it dragged a semi-conscious Spider-Man from the debris.

Steven’s eyes widened in disbelief. He gasped, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“THREE WEEKS OF WORK, WASTED! THAT'S IT! I'M BRINGING IN THE BIG GUNS!”

With no time to waste, he snatched a traffic cone and perched it atop his head. In a fluid motion, he grabbed the makeshift cone gadget he’d crafted just a week ago—just in case something like this happened again. Which it had moments ago.

“PREPARE TO BE BLASTED, INSECT!”

He points the upside down cone staff in the direction of Komodo Dragon and Spider-Man, but there was a crowd gathered around behind them, right in the line of fire, where you are standing.