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[the_amazing]

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[hypoxic]

"I think I might've preferred a fictional maneating plant to the sorts of things that used to be potted here." Pamela seemed to think it was funny when Fitz expressed discomfort with the developments, and he never really mustered the courage to tell her not to do whatever she wanted.

"Tony tends to keep his projects limited to that space." He nods toward a corner that's fairly overflowing with (whatever it is Tony is actually working on - it's been a minute since I checked with the player). And then he pushes away from his desk and steps to a waist-high structure that seems like an oversized doghouse and pulls open the thin plastic door.

"This is Little Mack. But do keep your voice down. He's sleeping."

Should Peter check within, he'll find a fluffy blue creature curled into a ball, looking a little like the sci-fi cross between a kitten and a toddler. Perfectly normal laboratory mascot. Nothing out of the ordinary here.

[the_amazing]

Well that confirmed it. Peter didn't want to know what was worse than man-eating plants. He focuses instead on what appears to be the Stark Corner, lots of things with metal plates and wires and other gizmos all shoved together in a haphazard mess. It was very intimidating, and also very Tony.

He walks over to the corner, hands on hips while he examines the pile. "Yeah, that's an avalanche waiting to happen. Maybe I'll just work on webs right now and then ask the man himself what scraps I can get my paws on."

Peter then turns to see that there's some kind of animal sleeping inside the doghouse, and he bends down to check it out. "Wow, that is the most merchandise-able lab pet I've ever seen. Did he come with the place?"

[hypoxic]

"If there's anything you need, just mention it. I can translate for the demons and get it here faster." He offers it without a trace of irony. From his perspective, it's simply a matter of working smarter.

"And he isn't a pet," he sniffs defensively. "He's the result of a magical accident some months ago. There used to be hundreds of them, but apparently some of the staff found that they were...." He wrinkles his nose. "Delicious. Little Mack is one of the few survivors. His cognitive abilities are limited, but he's eager to help. Simple tasks are best. He's quite fond of soldering."

[the_amazing]

"Wow, that's quite the offer. I think I see all but about three of the compounds I need, but two of them I can sub out for something else." The webbing wouldn't be exactly like home, and he wouldn't have the custom webs for special occasions, but he'd survive, especially since there was nothing to swing from here.

Peter had no snappy comeback for that info on the creatures. That had to be terrifying, to see your kind eaten by demons, so he resolved to be nice to this one.

"Well, I might just leave him be, then. Sounds like he's had a rough time lately."