It just figures you'd be getting off on all this, you sick sonuva--

[The broken lamppost slides off the debris pile where Spider-Man had left it with a muted clang that cuts him off mid-sentence. But once he's located the source of the sound, his focus snaps right back onto Norman. Even though a part of him is saying that there are other things he should be worrying about, right now.]

You do like to conveniently forget about things, doncha. Well, sometimes it works in my favor.