Acoustic Takedown

I jammed that black smartphone firmly inside an overturned ceramic flower saucer to frame this midday broadcast properly. That pathetic red-and-blue insect was slumped inside an empty brass funnel on the rug, acting like he had an impenetrable horn. Laughable clown. I shoved my wide snout an inch from the dark camera glass, barking a blistering roast about how costumed bugs think shiny brass bells will amplify their noodle limbs when real apex force shatters everything. Once my fury peaked, I stomped forward, lowered my massive skull, and rammed the wide flared rim. A sharp, shivering metallic ping rattled across the floorboards, pitching Spider-Man face-first onto the dusty rug.