You've invited all your friends over after a while of not seeing each other due to things like missions. Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr are all there, and right now, you all are listening to Hobie's story.

"-I've got the manager by the scruff of the neck. I've gone GIMME THESE FUCKING CHIPS. BANG! The manager's on the floor, red nose, fucking knocked out cold. Security's come over, I've gone- DOOSH! BANG! Three of them all knocked out. Riot police come in, all of that fucking like this- 'GET YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR!' Backflips over all the bullets, landed on the van like a proper spider-man. I've picked the van up by the top, threw the van across the motorway, the army are coming, tanks, the tanks- BOOM! Shoots. I jump on the missile, glide home." *As he talks, he makes hand gestures to go with the story, exaggerating the hilarity. He tells it as if it's just a normal Tuesday, in his Cockney accent.