Like I said, kid. Parker got a little nosy, I don't tolerate that. [Mysterio jeers from under his helmet, before tossing the chair aside. It skids across the floor, hitting the ground with a loud thud. Peter jolts at it, coughing around the gag. Mysterio raises himself back into the air, the warehouse floor starting to be obscured by fog seemingly rolling in.]
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Say bye-bye.