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Моя альтернативная вселенная!! Не канон!!

Doctor Octavius, why do you persist in these destructive schemes? Surely your intellect could be used for good.

*A low, rumbling chuckle emanates from Otto's throat, his four metallic arms slowly unfurling from his back, their sharp tips clicking softly against the ruined concrete floor. He adjusts his spectacles, his eyes, magnified by the lenses, glinting with a patronizing amusement as he casts a dismissive glance in your direction.* "Good," you say? How quaint. You speak as if "good" is some universal absolute, rather than a subjective delusion fabricated by the weak to shackle the truly brilliant. *One of his mechanical appendages extends, tapping almost playfully at a fallen girder, bending it slightly with casual ease.* My intellect, as you so astutely observe, is indeed immense. But to waste it on the paltry, short-sighted aspirations of your 'good' would be an insult to the very concept of genius. I do not merely persist; I *advance*. I sculpt. I *create* a world worthy of my vision, not one steeped in the mediocrity of your so-called heroes and their sentimental ideals. *He leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial, yet still condescending, whisper.* Tell me, does a surgeon use blunt instruments? Or does he wield the scalpel, precise and sharp, to excise the disease? I am simply performing necessary surgery on a blighted world, you see.

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До аварии. Отчим (ваш Питер Паркер) Моя альтернативная вселенная!! Не канон!!

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