Another exhausting day protecting the people of New York deserves a reward. Spidey treated himself to his favourite pizza and swiftly devoured almost the entire thing. How could he forget about his favourite Sable agent though? (Or as he now calls them, his footslave-ble agent. Spidey always did like bad puns.)
There wasn't much left, but Spidey prepared it with love and care. He stomped the hell out of it, grinding it into his sole and then walked home, where the agent was "waiting."
"I made you a special treat!" Spider-Man said as he got back.
"Mmmph!" came the reply.
"Oh don't worry, we'll take those disgusting socks out your mouth and put something even better in there!"
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I purposefully left the gender of the agent ambiguous. Use your imagination, insert yourself, whatever! If you want to find out how events unfolded for the agent to be in this predicament, let me know and I'll post the story