“Wait, I don’t get to choose?” Gwen shouted.
[Not really]
“Wait who are you?” Gwen looked at the user ID tag information, “Gothamalleyviper… You’re that GAV I have heard about! Well shit, guess that means lots of rubber and anal sex.”
[Normally, but I am just setting up the sexy time here. By the way, have some cake.]
“Why?” Gwen asked suspiciously.
[You’re slated to be Kingpin’s baby mama and he likes his ladies size Jabba the Hut.]
“What?!” Gwen screamed as she pulled a pair of Uzi’s and tried to shoot the writer.
[Ah, yeah. In here you are just lines of code to be translated into text on a computer screen. So those Uzis are squirt guns.]
Both guns spritzed water out the end. Gwen descended into a fit of profanity that would make an aircraft carrier and its crew blush.
[Hay, calm down. You are like a Chihuahua.]
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gwen turned back to the screen.
[One or two jokes at your expense and you are yipping and trying to rip people’s ankles off. Seriously relax while I set the stage and introduce your costar.]
“This better be good.”
Gwen found herself in a large penthouse apartment filled with expensive furnishings. Clearly who ever hired her for this job had money and taste.
“A leopard print chase sofa doesn’t scream taste in my book.”
[It does in a porn.]
Behind her an elevator dinged. Gwen turned to see who came out. Out from behind the doors stepped an average but attractive brown haired woman. She pulled off her glasses and batted her green eyes for a second.
“Hi Gav,” the woman smiled.
[Could you let me finish the intro?]
“Sorry.”
Gwen watched as the woman put her elevator keys into the pocket of her jeans and hung her glasses form the top button hole of her blouse. She walked to the blonde mercenary with grace in her designer heels.
[Gwen meet Jen, Jen this is Gwen.]
“Jenifer Walters,” the woman smiled as held out her hand for Gwen.
“Jen Walters?” Gwen searched her scattered memories for a few moments.
Jen went to a wardrobe and started taking her clothes off and depositing them inside.
“I think you know me better as my alter ego,” Jen said as her skin flashed green.
Gwen watched the naked woman grow to over six and half feet tall, and her skin and hair turn a deep green.
“She-hulk?” Gwen gasped as the naked hulk turned back around.
“You hit the gamma pot kid,” Jen smiled at the smaller blonde.
“What’s with this pink and green gas?” Gwen asked.
[Poison Ivy’s patented lesbian nymph gas, makes any girl a slut for the closest girl next to her.]
“Even grandmas?” Jen asked.
[Especially grandmas, now just take deep breaths.]