Time to drag myself over the finish line of this one. They are still fighting, with florid, morose Peter Parker narration over it about how he’s a lightning rod keeping evil from striking the city. It’s very silly.
That’s a pretty poor comedy routine, I must say. Love that they’re crying through this fight. Especially love the eyes of Norman’s mask being swollen like they’re real.
Gobby says his goons are all over the country ready to kill everyone Peter loves if Norman walks out of this place alive. This baits Peter into making a mistake, allowing Goblin to smash him into a wall and then start drowning him in that vat of whatever. Peter stereotypically gives in for a second and then changes his mind. Blah blah blah.
God that punch sucks. Norman tries to escape on his glider, but it’s webbed out from under him and he crashes to the ground. Then Peter sets up for the kill shot, Norman tells him to do it, and he doesn’t. So cliche, every beat. They fall to the floor, exhausted, and Norman says he wasn’t always going to call himself “the Green Goblin,” and suddenly I miss the cliches.
Good… grief…
Incorrect! What a crap ending. Ugh, I hate Norman being alive SO BAD. Next, we find Liz reading to the comatose Flash (Don’t need Norman to be in jail after doing this to Flash, “just being him” is punishment enough! I’m sure flash would agree!). When Peter arrives, his eyes mysteriously fine now, Liz takes off her reading glasses like Dr. Grant in Jurassic Park, which is baffling.
Whatever. Terrible, terrible stuff. I am at least free from the curse of Ramos for… about 10 months. But boy, does that not mean it’s gonna be smooth sailing in this title til then. Well, anyway, next post, we make the whiplash change from this dreck to one of the best comics on the stands in 2002.