[Yeah, Otto sees that look. He knows that look. Frankly, he's getting really sick of it, but what business does he have complaining?
Sighing, he accepts the kleenex and starts to clean off his glasses. It's getting dark enough out now that they aren't entirely necessary, but with the amount of lasers and other glowing powers being flung around, he'd much rather have them than not. An actuator hovers by his shoulder, looking at Doreen on his behalf.]
I'm guessing you're also from the world where I... [He actually knows no specific information about this other guy.] ...have been fighting Spider-Man for a decade, or something like that.
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[Yeah, Otto sees that look. He knows that look. Frankly, he's getting really sick of it, but what business does he have complaining?
Sighing, he accepts the kleenex and starts to clean off his glasses. It's getting dark enough out now that they aren't entirely necessary, but with the amount of lasers and other glowing powers being flung around, he'd much rather have them than not. An actuator hovers by his shoulder, looking at Doreen on his behalf.]
I'm guessing you're also from the world where I... [He actually knows no specific information about this other guy.] ...have been fighting Spider-Man for a decade, or something like that.