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Like a dozing cat, the Goblin lay across Doctor Octopus’ lap without regard for when he might need to get up. Otto looked down at him with mixed affection and irritation.
Their latest battle with Spider-Man had left the pair bloodied; and Osborn in quite a snit about it. He’d refused to lie down on a medical cot, and finally, Otto had just given up and let him have his way. Bandaged him right there in his lap. And now the impossible man was asleep on him.
Otto sighed, and reached for his tools with his tentacles, rather than stand.