Eddie Brock [Venom]

[HEY GUIZ. Eddie looks. Twitchy. And kind of creepy. And totally on edge. He's talking quickly, with abrupt stops here and there, like he's on the verge of one of those Eric Foreman freakouts his PB is so good at.]

You know what I hate? I mean really, really hate? I mean-- [AH HA HA, have a short, humorless laugh.] To the point where it's, mm, probably pathological?

Hm?

[He holds out his hand to the camera. There's an itty bitty spider in it, probably came along with his apartment, or was just loose on the Barge, WHATEVER.]

Spiders.

[And he punctuates that by slamming his hand down on the table. Ewww.]

I hate them. I want to-- want to pull their little legs off, one by one, keep them from crawwwwling all over everyone's business. I want to suffocate them in their little webs. I hate-- I hate. Spiders. And you know what? The world could use a lot more exterminators.

[CREEPY, slightly unhinged stare at the communicator.]

I mean, come on. [Totaaally innocent voice now. Kind of mocking.] Spiders are creepy. [Calming down. He swallows, smiles a little shakily.] I can't stand them. Can't-- can't stand the way they move, the way they talk.

[Talk? Whoops. He laughs like it's allll a joke, this whole post.]

Nah, I'm just messing with you guys. [Grin. There's the briefest, blink-and-you'll-miss it flash of a mouth full of fangs before he clicks off.]

[OOC: It's another boring break at work and this is the account I'm logged into, HENCE. Spamming you. I have no regrets.]