Spidey should see someone about that growth on his side.
On the big screen, Kid Kiwi introduces himself, wanting all the Sheilas to know he’s single (Pretty sure “Sheilas” is a strictly Australian thing, not a New Zealand thing), then he turns the camera back down the street like Spider-Man had him setup last issue. Doc Ock sees what’s happening before everyone else does, recognizing the house, but then the world watches as Detective Garrett walks Zarour out of the house, alive and intact. In the shadows, the racist Jewish caricature guy says from now on, deny everything, they were never there, the world has had enough terror for one day.
Pretty shaky, frankly. Spider-Man spent the whole build up to this acting scared and defeated, knowing the whole time he had everything solved. Who was acting for, us? To MJ, in a private room? Why get Big John to film the house when he coulda gotten a hero friend? All that should do is make John wonder how Spider-Man knew something he told Mary Jane. Why not have the FF raid the house instead of trusting it to Garrett and two stereotypes? Frustrating. Spider-Man continues to make fun of Ock as Ramos has a SWAT team guy prominently featured in the foreground who looks exactly like JJJ, that’s not confusing or anything, but then some dumb cops start shooting, and Doc Ock switches to attack mode. Both Spider-Man and Cleeland are angry about it, but it’s too late.
Ock’s into some kinda processing part of the sewer when Spidey catches up to him, wordlessly slamming into him. But before they can really get to brawling, some dumb cop appears, having decided to come down here all by his lonesome, popping off a few rounds and becoming leverage to be used against our hero. New York’s Finest.
As Ock starts wailing on him, Spider-Man begins an internal monologue about how Ock has devolved, how he’s not a man, he’s an animal, Ramos helpfully drawing him more like a cartoon pig than ever. Otto picks up the beaten Spider-Man, supervillain rambling, bringing them face to face, and then Spider-Man headbutts him.
There is absolutely no reason for Ock’s arms to suddenly pull apart like paper, or for him to quit struggling entirely after getting bopped in the nose. He said himself that his arms operate independent of him now just a few pages back, they should keep fighting regardless, but they don’t. It’s all fallen apart. Well, the cops arrive, and find Ock all webbed up with his arms broken, the end.
What a lame ending. They had me in the first half, I ain’t gone lie. Well, whatever. With this, Ramos is no longer the regular penciler of this title, so that’s cool. A seemingly random assortment of talent will rotate in to draw the rest of this series, with nobody doing more than 5 issues. Maybe they didn’t expect Ramos to bounce, I dunno.