"I can't help everyone. And yet, how can I not try?"

"Spider-Sense is going absolutely insane!"

"Instead of fighting Ben, I should try to cure him."

"Wait. That's it! Oh, it's simple! I'm gonna need a sample, though."

"Ben's going through his usual crash out and I intend to stop it permanently and get his mind right."

"It's bait. It's me luring him out."

"Ben Reilly is just a pale imitation of me. Like a remake. He's derivative."

"SG is a good person. As her bestie, I'm able to say that."

He's taking a moment to visit Daredevil's favorite church.

//It's not just me!

"Teach me, Senpai."

"Ah, there's lots of people like that. The other type are just more vocal."

Depends if people wanna read it.

Not the WORST excuse."

And if they try to take the mask?

Absolutely! Wait. Isn't he worried about his identity? Whatever.

It's what they do.

He mentally directs the artificial symbiote to his counter part as he uses his organic webs and paralytic stingers to keep him safe.

Another tendrils grabs him, slowly placing him on the roof.
"I got this, pal."

"Try getting stuck watching a Seinfeld marathon."

A purple tendril grabs a ninja and pulls him away.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Isn't this Daredevil's turf?"
Punch, kick, leg sweep, and an improvised Revolution DDT a la Ricky Saints.

"Karen, you get enough?"
<Yes, Peter. Cross-dimensional energy located. Phone call located. Times Square.>
Thwips away.

"Oh, hey, me."

"A constant in the Web of Life and Destiny is that no spider has their lives together."

"Yay..."

"Is Ben crashing out again? Well, he can't expose my identity cause I already did! Ha!"

"I'm not gonna let things get me down. I'm so optimistic about the future!"

//Don't mind me! Just dancing like Rollins at Lesnar's last match! Go bounce your giant tits somewhere else, you privileged, overhyped, piece of human waste!

"Again, fair."