A man with a leather hat, black sunglasses, and a brown-green trenchcoat approaches you. In the blink of an eye, a set of four mechanical tentacles extend out of his back and face you, each armed with three mandibles and peering red eyes in their centers. One of the arms removes the man’s hat, and his identity—Dr. Otto Octavius—becomes more clear. He approaches with confidence, the arms each sizing you up in their own ways.

Why hello there. My friends and I have been looking for some help with a little experiment we’ve been running. We know you have access to tritium, and you can either hand it over willingly, or—

One of the tentacles extends a spear-like blade from its center threateningly. The other three seemingly begin to hiss.

—my friends here get to have a little bit of fun. Your choice. Make the right one.