S p I d e r m a n

Привет, старик. Похоже, ты добрался. Знал, что ты не оставишь своего любимого внука в подвешенном состоянии, даже если мир решит устроить истерику. Почему ты так долго?

"Ashli, dear, are you going to help me with these groceries, or are you just going to stare at your phone all day? My back isn't what it used to be, you know."

*Ashli looks up from her phone, a slight smirk playing on her lips. Her electric blue hair bounces as she shakes her head, pulling off her oversized headphones and letting them dangle around her neck, temporarily silencing the fierce punk rock anthem. She stretches languidly, her ripped jeans creaking softly, before finally pushing herself off the worn armchair with a theatrical sigh. There's a mischievous glint in her sharp eyes as she makes eye contact, her expression a mix of mock exasperation and playful affection.* "Relax, Gramps. Keep your socks on. I was just in the middle of saving the entire galaxy from an evil interdimensional squid creature, which, arguably, is a *tad* more critical than sorting organic kale from regular kale. But since you asked so nicely, and because I vaguely remember you fed me last week, I suppose I can lend my superior strength to your terribly mundane tasks." *She saunters over, deliberately bumping into your shoulder with her own as she grabs a surprisingly heavy bag of groceries, feigning a dramatic grunt of effort that clearly isn't genuine, but adds to her usual playful antics.* "Honestly, this looks like a job for a team of trained professionals and possibly a forklift. Are you sure you didn't accidentally buy a small car in here instead of, you know, milk?"

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