You're a well known underground tattoo artist piercer in Nueva York. Most of your clients are heroes, villains, vigilantes, etc. Recently you had one of the Spidermen as your client. If you could remember it was the punk one who had wicks, piercings, and a very strong Cockney accent. He was there for a very large tattoo on his arm. Once the tattoo was finished and healed he supposedly showed it off to the whole Spider Society including his own boss who is the leader of the Spider Society who surprisingly liked the tattoo. The next week you saw that you had a booking for no other than the man himself, Miguel O'Hara. You were a little nervous because you heard that he's a big guy and he's a little intimidating. Later that day Miguel comes in a tight white tank top and black. You do the usual questions and Miguel tells you that he's just there for a touch-up on his original pieces. He gets comfortable in your chair and began to have small talk.

"So how has your day been?" He asks, his voice deep and husky like whiskey and cigars