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[There's a really good question that Peter needs to ask himself. What bad guy hit him hard enough to knock him out and throw him all the way into Central Park? Trees and grass shouldn't have hurt so hard to make his back hurt. Okay, maybe trees. But still, it wasn't like he was slammed into another brick wall. No, it was just a really dense looking forest that definitely didn't look like it would be Central Park. That's weird. Maybe Mysterio had something to do with this. Not sure how the guy could get the jump on him like this, though.

But it seemed like he was at least hit hard enough that his clothes were knocked off. How can you even hit a guy in a skin tight costume that hard? Well, it explains how he would have gotten to a place with a ton of trees. Not good. He might actually be injured now--

Or he could have wings on his back.]

[Voice]

[After figuring some things out and realizing that the journal actually... talks, Peter can be seen walking into the village while wearing the New Feather pants. While wandering aimlessly and looking worried, he's flipping through his journal until he figures out how to use it.]

This on? [Seems like it.] Quick show of hands. Who else is creeped out by the talking book?

[Yeah. Let's keep wandering around this weird village until someone helps him, or he finds someone he recognizes. He hope everyone is alright.]

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Loudly.

Ah.

You're simply mad, then, lad. Nothing to be done about it I fear!

Bound to happen eventually. [Not that he's buying it entirely.] You sure I'm not talking through a book like a cell phone?

Why should I be even a modicum sure of what you are doing? I've enough worries of my own, boy.

Even though you're supposed to be a figment of my imagination?

Figments, son, are people too. Never underestimate their cares.

Are you wearing white trousers perchance?

[Those are some really weird figment people.]

Crazy good guess. Kind of creepy too.

Hrrrmmmmmmm. Aye, it was, wasn't it. I'm not INTERESTED in your trousers, son.

Then why are you asking me about my pants, creepy book voice?

To determine your Feather Status, of course. How new are you?

Feather? [Is this about the wings?] Let's go with really new for now. What's that get me?

A pair of white trousers, actually. How does that suit you?

Can I trade them in for my old stuff?

No, nonono -- that's going to cost you a pile of gold, that is. To do that.

Gold? Seriously? I thought that kind of exchange fell through forever ago.

Well have you any silver? I'll take any form of currency, really, in exchange for trousers of some sort.

I'm kind of broke, pal. Do these pants even have pockets?

Pockets are extra. [A beat.] Pockets will run you TWICE as much.

Okay. Investing in pockets is a no-no. I'll pass.

Very well, then. No pants. No pants for you.

I've already got pants on.

.....You ever have one of those conversations, mate, where you feel as though you've traveled about seven minutes back in time by the end of it?

You mean talking in circles, right? [Feeling a bit of that right now.]

Circular circles. I'm feeling a bit of it right now.

Yeah, you and me both. We're not really getting anywhere here.

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