Brock snorted like he was offended. And he was, really, because obviously Parker couldn't be expected to have the imagination to realize that with the symbiote, a guy didn't even need to scrape out a living anymore. Not when he could just take what he wanted. Who would stop him? Obviously Landels had put a damper on things, but aside from that. Being a Host to this Other, and being given this gift wasn't just something you whored out. Parker might not care, but Brock sure did. And the symbiote was special, wasn't just some cheap trick to rake in some extra dough.

"Yeah, well, I'm just sorry I made the mistake of using your crap as stock," Brock snapped back. "But it figures you'd just think about the small details. Photography," he said with another derisive snort, "If you want to play Average Joe, be my guest."