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Bartender: Thanks for stopping that bar fight, Spiderman. Can I get you a drink? It's on the house.

Peter: Thank you, but I can't 

Bartender: Why not?

Peter:

Bartender:

Peter, trying not to give his age away: I'm pregnant.

Bartender, shook: Oh, congratulations. Boy or girl?

Peter, now in full-on panic mode: It's, um, it's a spider!


Art by @tinymintywolf on tumblr

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