Joe tended to begin his day by clumsily teetering out of his bed. Not the most graceful way to wake up, but every morning this method proved to be reliable enough for Joe to consistantly use it when the electronic rooster sings. He would fumble to find his slippers, one slipper would be half on by the time he gave up, and then he would proceed to slightly tumble into the bathroom where he would bumble with the toiletries. After barely brushing his teeth, he would then stumble to the window in the bathroom and mumble the same words every morning,
"Just another boring day,"
And he would then head to the kitchen to prepare what anthropologists call "breakfast".
Across from Joe's apartment lives a wee lass named Nell, who incidentally, was actually 48. But Nell wasn't actually in her room that day. Should I say, she wasn't in her room in one piece. Minutes before Joe had said those immortal words, a serial killer appeared, who called himself The Stupendous Spider-man. This particular gentl