…Venom seemed happy, and the tiny version of its tongue lapping up ice cream like a kitten was pretty cute.
Not cute, Venom denied. Scary, Eddie. We eat brains and we can make such a scary face.
“I know you can, cutie,” Eddie said, carefully taking another spoonful from the opposite side of the bowl.
Do not call us cute, Eddie!
“Okay, Ven,” Eddie agreed, and then reconsidered. “Or maybe I should call you Nom.”
Names are inconsequential. My name could be whatever you please. *We* are Venom.
“I’m not renaming you. It’s just a pet name,” Eddie explained. "It’s the sound you make when you eat. Nom. Adorable.“
Not adorable, Eddie! Pick a different pet name. Something scary.
"But you aren’t scary,” Eddie said, stroking his hand over the Venom’s head. Venom nuzzled into the touch and then seemed to catch itself and instead made itself bigger, its tiny mouth widening with rows of sharp teeth, drool sliding from a wicked tongue.
Call us… Devourer. The Hunger.
Eddie pinched his lips together, but couldn’t hold back an affectionate chuckle. “That isn’t how pet names work, Nomnom.”
Not a pet, Eddie, Venom whined, pushing unhappily against his hand. Not a cat meme.
– more of that wip that kept me up until 4am last night, I call it “nomnom”
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The Rock. Sin embargo, hacia el último tercio de la película se consuman todos los agujeros e inconsistencias argumentales hasta volverse un despropósito total. Si bien no soy muy conocedor del personaje, se nota que a la dirección la pilló la máquina y se apresuraron en terminar el menjunje, forzando de manera poco creíble la conclusión de los hechos y los personajes.
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