Why I shall never watch Spiderman no way home!

Da main reason it’d be crap.

It’s been forty-five movies in only two blinks of my farting eyes, I think occasionally and therefore… I believe. I feel bombarded! I am a proud hated filled critic of the mediocrity glittering below. The sharks are swimming and I’m ready to be tucked up for an early night, proclaiming illness just to get out of going to the disease infested cinema for the chance to feel like less of a prick. I am old! I have been alive nineteen hundred years, I’m supposed to be a poet, a novelist full of the great virtue of bourgeoisie…