First and foremost, I don’t ever want to hire one of these entertainers for my future child’s birthday party. Clowns, magicians, spidermans etc., all of them are either perverts or drug addicts and they are not welcome in my (future) home. That is not a generalization either, these are straight facts and if you need proof you can check out the freak shows that galavant around Times Sqaure in Sesame Street costumes.
That said, I would have erupted in laughter if I was in the building on the day that Spiderman flatlined. I can not believe how quiet the room got after Peter Parker’s chin bounced off the tile floor. Everyone is mortified standing around like, “Dude what were you thinking? We were just about to hang a pinata and call it a day, this isn’t cirque du soleil.”
It’s simple- Maybe shoot some silly string webs out of your wrist or pretend to scale a wall, hand out some plastic spiders, collect your cash and continue your hunt of the magic dragon.
Nope. You had to go rogue with a back flip and now your spidey senses are no longer tingling because you’ve lost feeling in everything below your hairline.