Even with a piece of the symbiote you didn’t stand a chance against us Parker. Not now, not ever. Whose to say I don’t have more of it Brock? Our other tells us that you are using the one sample that was left at Doctor Conner’s lab. Your other is quite the tattle-tale, Brock. We think it’s time you return what belongs to us. How unfortunate, black suited you well. Now we can feel him. He isn’t far. I think I lost a couple of ribs there. We’ll break the rest of you later. But first, there is someone we must find. He knows I’m not going anywhere. He’s just about broken every bone in my body. But. Who could he possibly be after? He should be here. It’s about time you found me. You’re the one we sensed. Who are you? I am your spawn. Our offspring? Now we remember. Our other reproduced and had you. That’s right. I can do everything you can do. Only better. You? Better than us? We will soon put you in your place. There’s no need to fight me. We could kill people together. Get some of that father and son bonding time. Kill who? Everyone. We can’t kill everyone. We are not meant to kill the innocent. Why should your bloodlust end with Spider-Man? Spider-Man is not innocent. We will kill him to protect those who are. Just as we now have to kill you. You don’t understand old man. There are no innocents. There is only death, chaos and me. Carnage. Carnage? You are nothing but a cheap, red imitation of us. And we will rip your tentacles off, one by one. Oh, I like the sound of that.