[The screen goes black as he tucks the phone back into his pocket. Then there's a very distinct whistling noise (oh that's air) and what appears to be the sound of a body bouncing into trash bags. When the feed returns, Peter's back, his hair slightly disheveled.]
I'm off the roof!
[He does a thumbs up. Again. For the hundredth time that night.
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... Okie dokie. You got it.
[The screen goes black as he tucks the phone back into his pocket. Then there's a very distinct whistling noise (oh that's air) and what appears to be the sound of a body bouncing into trash bags. When the feed returns, Peter's back, his hair slightly disheveled.]
I'm off the roof!
[He does a thumbs up. Again. For the hundredth time that night.
Then turns slightly green in the face.]
... Ugh, that kinda made my stomach hurt...