Norman Osborn's Know Earth (Part 2)

Oscorp (science-firm) head mutates into the soaring Goblin and makes for Euro-NFL TV hospitality 'jitters' of kinship (fanfic/trilogy).

Marvel Comics fanfiction (Green Goblin). Thanks for reading, 

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AMLAN: There he is, Marcus pal (damn!).

MARCUS: The Green Goblin (himself) soaring above our hears in Europe, wow.

AMLAN: He looks like an eerie thing alright, and we're the heroes now, Marcus.

MARCUS: Let's load our liquid-nitrogen guns for the theater, Amlan man.

AMLAN: Who'd think 'theater' would extract a prompt for use of our ice-guns?

MARCUS: We'd been told not to use the guns, that they were just for media.

AMLAN: Well, I doubt a simple gun-shot will take-down this Hell's Behemoth!

MARCUS: Freeze his legs, so he can't control that glider he's on now, man.

AMLAN: We're icy-security heroes for this Euro-NFL field (Facebook-like!).

Norman Osborn had already mutated into the Green Goblin, an eerie green-colored muscular super-agile glider-soaring bombs-wielding menace of Earth, after he ingested some of the experimental transformation-serum designed/invented at his own science-firm in the American Homeland (Oscorp). Well, the transformations between goblin-to-human form was intermittent for Norman's life, and his mind was warped for sure, and every time he became the Green Goblin, all he thought about was terrorism (damn). Well, he soared to the very-same Euro-NFL hospitality field for TV-talk that Amlan/Marcus, valiant securities-personnel sent to secure their NFL-team trekking to Europe in this new-century of media/sports/activity things for leviathan/uncertainty.

AMLAN: I shot his glider, but we missed his legs and feet (damn!).

MARCUS: That abominable specter sure's got the 'wind' for terrorism-TV, man.

AMLAN: At least we know (now!) our liquid-nitrogen guns work (smoothly).

MARCUS: We ground that Green Goblin and take him in to protect the world, ha.

AMLAN: Damn, no...look, he's flying-away...that glider's more functional-doubt.

MARCUS: Damn...maybe he won't return (Selfie-like).

JOURNAL_NOTES: "I'm no longer just Osborn of the States but the soaring and serrated Green Goblin of darkness (ok)...and this first-jaunt above the skies of Euro-NFL TV activity for Blue-Planet words of cleats had me thinkin' why this new personage is pure Hell and must be negotiated in my 'consciousness' post-acquisition of this newfound 'gift(s)' of mind-and-body transformations (from time-to-time!)...but I wonder if those ice-shooting heroes on the ground (in Europe) doubt if I'll return (once-more) as the Goblin of darkness to 'exorcise' my new demons of deformity with bombs-for-bizarreness (hmmm)."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)