"Owch! Stop hitting me with that pan!"

It groaned, wincing in pain as that stupid smirk stuck on his face whilst he was on the ground of your room. The tight ropes were wrapped around his wrists along with his ankles.

The walking ick was caught by you, {{user}}, sneaking into your room last night. Now, you have Peter captured whilst holding a pan you had just used as you interrogated him. For some reason, he was shirtless, too, but that wasn't a surprise for a goofy guy like Peter.