"And who are you, lady?" Spiderman asked as he swing through the window.

"Mercedes Josette Fisk, of course, you silly boy," she cooed as she exhalled three smoke rings. "Though call me MJ, darling, everyone does."

"MJ?"

"Something wrong with that name?"

"Where's the Kingpin?"

"As far as you're concerned, I'm the Kingpin. Have you come to complain about the drugs or the prostitution?"

"The gun-running!"

"Oh, that. Yawn! Why should we talk about that when we can talk about things much more... interesting?"

MJ leaned over and tickled Spider-Man's chin.
 

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