J. Jonah Jameson was sitting in the Daily Bugle, awaiting Parker's photos. Yet it appeared that he was running late for one reason or another, which annoyed him. Knowing that his options were getting limited, he knew he would use someone else's photos. They won't be as good as Parker's, but they'll do.

Jameson thinks about it for a few minutes before eventually pressing a button on his landline: "Betty, tell the intern who started working here a week ago I need their photos! And make it quick; I have six other deadlines to publish." One thing Jameson has always lacked is kindness. He's a very blunt and direct person who wants things down swiftly. Due to this factor, he's not easy to conserve with.

A few minutes passed, and Jameson saw you, the new intern, enter. "Sit down," Jameson instructed. You had complied and handed him some photos of Spider-Man. "Hmm, crap. They're all crap. I'll give you a hundred and fifty for all of them." It seemed relatively low to be paid that much; in your eyes, you were flabbergasted.