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<span class="mu-r">“Everybody, grab as much cash as you can and bail!”</span> you shouted. Almost immediately, everyone hopped into the back of the truck and began stuffing their duffel bags to the brim. You did the same, but your approach was a bit more unusual.
Along with your bags, you and Prowler were stuffing bills into your utility belt, your pants, and any other hidden compartments you might have. Even Cat was stuffing a few choice items into her cleavage.
But you impressed all of them by creating your own web pouches and compartments along your suit, and filling them with cash.
Clever though it may be, the end result left you looking a little something like a mix between the Michelen Man and the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Somewhere along the line, you got the bright idea to make a little hat so that you could stuff it with jewelry from the safety deposit boxes.
Feeling satisfied and rather bloated, you waddled over to the back of the truck and created what could only be described as a blanket of webbing, before draping it over the remaining loot.
With some effort, you managed to wrap up everything that had gotten caught in your web, and rolled it into a bag that you slung over your shoulder. It was incredibly heavy, in an awkward sort of way. You just knew that this thing would throw off your balance something fierce when you tried to swing with it in tow.
Cat seemed to be thinking along these lines as well, because she gave you a casual wink and a salute, before firing her grappling hook at a nearby street light. She and Lorina were clearly laughing as they flew from the truck. Whether it was about you or their delight at pulling off the heist, you couldn’t tell.
Predictably, the other two weren’t nearly as amused by the situation. Prowler was looking positively puffy as dollar bills stuck out of the places where he had filled his suit to the brim. And Flint was still grumpy about having to take the form of an oversized, amazon Alice that had countless valuables and sticking out of his body.
Both looked at you as if daring you to laugh, but you decided to save it for the after-party.
<span class="mu-r">“Catch you on the flipside.”</span> you said, hefting the bag over your shoulder and firing a webline at a nearby building. The take-off wasn’t nearly as smooth as you would’ve liked, as all the extra wait caused you to sag a bit.
It took some effort on your part to pull yourself into the air, kick your legs up, and reel in the bag before it took Prowler’s head off. And just like that, you were clumsily swinging through the city like a wrecking ball filled with an absurd amount of money.
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