It's all good... I learned the other day that I'm gonna be catapulted into space to fight a big evil alien dude. Spoilers everywhere! If we say it enough, it won't be a word anymore.

[Is it even a word in the dictionary, though? Good question. Excuse him while he shoots a tiny web to stick one of the gross crabs to the ground, just before flipping to hang out like he's on a jungle gym.]

Do they really have a Next Top Model here?

[May would love that, man. Wait, wasn't this a serious intervention? Not anymore it's not. I'm so sorry, Robbie.]