Okay I tried a plot generator, and this is the disaster that came out of it.

Peter Parker looked at the ripped suit in his hands and felt Scared.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his crowded surroundings. He had always loved home Queens with its abundant, adorable Appartments. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Scared.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Adrian Toomes. Adrian was a Cute Monster with Small Arm and Skinny Head.

Peter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an intelligent, Bubbly, Hot chocolate drinker with Burnett Arm and Doe eyed Head. His friends saw him as a pongy, plastic puppy. Once, he had even helped a dirty hurt puppy recover from a flying accident.

But not even an intelligent person who had once helped a dirty hurt puppy recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Adrian had in store today.

The Clouds danced like Swinging cats, making Peter anxious.

As Peter stepped outside and Adrian came closer, he could see the spotty glint in his eye.

Adrian glared with all the wrath of 5134 Kind proud Pidgeon. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want revenge."

Peter looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the ripped suit. "Adrian, leave me alone," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two proud, powerless puppies Falling at a very Precious accident, which had Broadway music playing in the background and two puppy uncles Crying to the beat.

Peter regarded Adrian's Small Arm and Skinny Head. "I feel the same way!" revealed Peter with a delighted grin.

Adrian looked jumpy, his emotions blushing like a wide-eyed, wooden Webshooters.

Then Adrian came inside for a nice mug of Hot chocolate.

THE END

*Wheeze* This is so cringy, omg. I can't stop laughing. I will post a normal chapter soon. See you later my special snowflakes.

❄️Snowflake out❄️