"Uh... Karen, you're bad at math. That's at least thirty." Is all Peter can manage as he stares up at the now giant bird. "Yeah, okay... let's just... do this, I guess." He shakes his head and shoots his webs at the thing, moving swing and wrap the giant up in his webs.

"I don't wanna make any assumptions here but just for your information-steroids are bad for you." He calls out.