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Thomas Fireheart was not a particularly happy man, not altogether surprising considering that he was currently lying flat on his back atop an office building in the centre of New York. For the past several minutes he'd had to endure the prodding and poking of Spider-man, even more annoying than the previous cat jokes. He'd tried to keep his temper with his sometime ally but the teasing got under his skin, it simply being beneath his dignity. In the end it was a little much to bear, Peter Parker indulging in such a childish activity as tickling the were-cat in some half-baked scene to make him laugh. Sometimes you just snapped, had a moment of