Spicy Chicken and Superhero Shenanigans

Once upon a time in New York City, Spider-Man was having a tough day. He had been fighting off a new supervillain called "The Tickler," who had the power to make anyone laugh uncontrollably. Spider-Man was completely immune to his powers, but unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for the citizens of New York. Everywhere he turned, people were laughing so hard they couldn't move, and Spider-Man had to carry them to safety.

To make matters worse, Spider-Man's web-slinging abilities weren't working properly. Every time he tried to swing away, his web would break and he would fall to the ground. It was like his spider sense was on the fritz, and he couldn't catch a break.

As he was walking down the street, a man dressed in a chicken suit approached him.

"Spider-Man! Thank goodness I found you!" the chicken-man said. "I need your help to save my restaurant from a rival chicken chain."

Spider-Man looked at him sceptically. "I don't think that's my area of expertise, pal. I'm more of a superhero, not a restaurant consultant."

"But you're Spider-Man! You can do anything!" the chicken-man pleaded.

Spider-Man sighed. "Okay, fine. What's the problem?"

The chicken-man led Spider-Man to a rundown restaurant called "Cluckin' Awesome." As they entered, Spider-Man saw that the place was a complete mess. The tables were dirty, the kitchen was a disaster, and the smell was overpowering.

"I don't see what the problem is," Spider-Man said, trying not to gag. "This place looks like it needs a deep cleaning, not a superhero."

"That's where you're wrong, Spider-Man," the chicken-man said. "The problem is our rival chicken chain has been spreading rumours that we use fake chicken in our dishes. We need you to prove to everyone that our chicken is 100% real."

Spider-Man was taken aback. "You want me to prove that your chicken is real? How am I supposed to do that?"

The chicken-man handed Spider-Man a piece of chicken. "Take a bite. You'll see."

Spider-Man hesitated for a moment but then took a bite. To his surprise, it was the best chicken he had ever tasted. He felt a warmth spread through his body, and suddenly his spider-sense kicked into high gear. He could see every detail of the chicken in front of him, from the way it was raised to the way it was cooked.

"This is amazing!" Spider-Man exclaimed. "Your chicken is the real deal!"

The chicken-man beamed. "I knew you would believe us, Spider-Man. Now we just have to get the word out."

As they walked outside, Spider-Man suddenly felt a strange sensation in his stomach. He doubled over, clutching his abdomen.

"What's happening to me?" Spider-Man groaned.

The chicken-man looked at him sympathetically. "Oh, that's just the spicy chicken. It hits everyone the same way."

Spider-Man groaned again, feeling like his insides were on fire. "I don't know how you guys eat this stuff!"

As they walked through the streets, Spider-Man felt his body start to convulse. Suddenly, he started to cluck like a chicken.

"Hey, what's happening to you?" the chicken-man asked, alarmed.

"I don't know!" Spider-Man clucked. "I can't control it!"

They continued to walk, and Spider-Man started to flap his arms like wings. People on the street stopped and stared, wondering what was going on.

"Spider-Man, you need to get a hold of yourself!" the chicken-man said.

"I'm trying!"

Spider-Man clucked. "But I can't stop!" Just then, a group of chickens escaped from a nearby truck and ran across the street, causing chaos. Spider-Man caught up in his chicken persona, and ran after them, clucking and flapping his arms. The chicken-man followed close behind, trying to get him to snap out of it. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Spider-Man was able to shake off the effects of the spicy chicken. He stood there, panting and sweating, while the chicken-man looked at him with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Are you okay, Spider-Man?" the chicken-man asked. Spider-Man looked down at himself, embarrassed. "I can't believe I just clucked like a chicken in front of all those people." The chicken-man put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Spider-Man. You saved our restaurant, and that's all that matters." Spider-Man smiled weakly, feeling a little better. "Thanks. I think I'm going to swing back home now and take a long shower." As he swung away, the chicken-man couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "Well, I guess Spider-Man isn't immune to everything after all."