I'm Spider-Man, given a job to do.


And I'm Peter Parker,

and I, too, have a job.


Parker. Parker!


No, no, no, stop! Stop!


Parker, you're late, man. Always late.


I'm sorry, Mr. Aziz.

There was a disturbance.


Another disturbance.

Always a disturbance with you.


Come on, minutes ago,

in comes order.


Harmattan, Burton & Smith.

Eight extra-large deep-dish pizzas.


In eight minutes, I am defaulting on

Joe's -minute guarantee.


Then, not only am I receiving

no money for these pizzas...


...but I will lose the customer forever

to Pizza Yurt.


Look, you are my only hope, all right?

You have to make it in time.


Peter, you're a nice guy.

But you're just not dependable.


This is your last chance.


You have to go blocks

in l minutes or your ass is fired.


Go!


Hey, what, are you stupid?


Whoa! He stole that guy's pizzas!


I'm gonna get it!


Hey, you guys.


No playing in the streets.


Yes, Mr. Spider-Man.


See you.


Way to go, Spidey!


Pizza time.


You're late.


I'm not paying for those.