"No, the 1880s," Peter snapped, "Of course it was the 1980s! Where have you been, living under a rock? Oh wait, let me guess - you were too busy falling for a blonde Nazi chick and looking for the Holy Grail. Must have been some adventure, if it kept you out of the loop for the past seventy years. And aren't you just looking fabulous for a guy who would be at least a hundred years old by now."
His next excuse raised Peter's ire even further. So what, now he was an idiot? Oh, what he wouldn't give to shoot some webbing in this clown's face. It looked like that was the only way he would get him to shut up at this point. "I've been to the library more times than the average adult, let alone any 'kids', and I can tell you with absolute certainty that the only place your name shows up in is in the Film History section. Believe me, I've checked."
Odd, though, that he would suddenly 'recognize' the name George Lucas. This was getting stranger with every passing moment. "Yeah, I did. What, are you finally breaking character now?"
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Harry chatting with a pretty, curly haired woman, and wondered idly if he should just give up and join them. As much as he loved arguing with a brick wall, he couldn't help but think that the afternoon would be better spent with someone who wasn't forty feet off their rocker.
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His next excuse raised Peter's ire even further. So what, now he was an idiot? Oh, what he wouldn't give to shoot some webbing in this clown's face. It looked like that was the only way he would get him to shut up at this point. "I've been to the library more times than the average adult, let alone any 'kids', and I can tell you with absolute certainty that the only place your name shows up in is in the Film History section. Believe me, I've checked."
Odd, though, that he would suddenly 'recognize' the name George Lucas. This was getting stranger with every passing moment. "Yeah, I did. What, are you finally breaking character now?"
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Harry chatting with a pretty, curly haired woman, and wondered idly if he should just give up and join them. As much as he loved arguing with a brick wall, he couldn't help but think that the afternoon would be better spent with someone who wasn't forty feet off their rocker.