Spoon Suit Man: Part 11 (Lauren)

When we last left our hero, he and his sidekick and the Avaricious Arachnid had crash-landed in Sven's apartment. Sven then informed the Arachnid that the game was up. - Lauren

"Never," said the Avaricious Arachnid.

Sven ignored her. "You'll just want to come quietly. You know, you're the second villain I've arrested in this room today."

"Really?" said Jazmin.

"Yeah," said Sven. "It's been a long day."

"Well, it's going to be even longer!" crowed the Avaricious Arachnid, "Mwahahaha... okay that didn't make any sense." 

"No... no, it didn't." said Sven, "Maybe you should look at your script."

The Avaricious Arachnid glanced hastily at her script.

"Aha!" she cried, "You are no match for my Spider-Man knockoff web spinning power!"

"Your web's not all that strong," said Sven disparagingly.

"Yes it is-" began Ben. Sven covered Ben's mouth with his hand; unfortunately, Sven's hand was still in his armor, so Ben got a mouthful of spoon suited gauntlet.

"I shall prove it!" said the Avaricious Arachnid, reading from her script, "By tying both my hands together."

So she did.

"Well, that was easy," said Sven, grabbing her by the arm.

"No!" cried Jazmin, "How did you defeat me? Was it your shiny suit? Your blond hair? Or your sheer awesome -- wait a minute, this isn't my script."

"No, it isn't," said Sven, grinning. "I had J.E.R.O.S.L.A.V. print out a new one for you. I switched them when you weren't looking. That's your one fundamental weakness, Jazmin. As long as you depend upon a script, you leave that open to the enemy."

"Don't lecture me!" spat Jazmin.

"Did I put that in the script? Oh, I see, you're improvising. Clever." Sven grabbed the script and tossed it to Ben.

"I - I.... ummm... uhhh... spider... avaricious..."

"This is the part where I take you off to jail," Sven reminded her.

"Oh, right -- you haven't seen the last of me, Man of Spoon!"

"The longer the better," said Sven. "And I may sue you for that window."

"You can't sue me! Sue Jeroslock."

"J.E.R.O.S.L.A.V." Sven corrected. "Maybe I will."

"Actually, sir," said J.E.R.O.S.L.A.V., his voice coming from the surround sound of the apartment that was hooked up to Sven's laptop, "Since I am your creation, and am nothing more than a machine, it is impossible for you to --"

"I know, I know," said Sven, "Maybe I should have programmed you with a sense of humor. I know! That's probably impossible too. You don't have to correct everything I say. Come on, Jazmin."

"Ben!" cried Jazmin, trying one last appeal, "Ben, don't let him take me! Ben, don't you love me?"

"Not really." Ben shrugged. "It's hard to love someone who tied you up with spider webs and threatened to have her spiders eat you."

"I shall have my revenge on you, Ben Spencer!" shrieked Jazmin.

Ben yawned.

And the Spoon Suit Man flew out the window, holding the villainess by her tied up hands.

Ben switched on the TV and made popcorn. He was watching commercials when Sven came in, without his suit, and sat down wearily on the couch.

"Two villains caught by lunchtime," he said, "Not bad. I'll have to get that window fixed though. Pass the popcorn."

CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!

"There goes the rest of the window," said Sven, tossing popcorn into his mouth.

"THE WINDOW? YOU ARE CONCERNED ABOUT THE WINDOW WHEN I AM STANDING HERE?"

Who is this mysterious stranger? Is he a friend or a foe? How much does it cost to repair a window? Check back Monday to find out!


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