Bullseye couldn't believe his luck. He was on his way back to the Parker place, but it seems that the fight he had escaped from was actually still going on nearby. He spotted his target, Spider-Man, and that big black monster. But since he had left, the X-Men had turned up as well. Looks like this thing he'd started had really escalated.
On his way to the Parker place, Bullseye had stopped by his temporary hideout. Bullseye was a collector, a hoarder. When off duty, he collected various objects that caught his attention, objects that he felt might be useful as a weapon. Right now, strapped to his boot, was his weapon of choice for beheading Spider-Man: a large butcher knife.
"Spider-Man," Bullseye thought to himself, "Now's the time for me to..."
"KILL.....YOU!"
Bullseye's thoughts had drifted, and the battle cry from one of the X-Men brought bullseye back into the current going-on. For a moment, Bullseye thought Spider-Man had left the scene while Bullseye thought of how to kill him, but then he spotted him.
"Oh this is beautiful," chortled Bullseye.
Spider-Man was webbed to a wall, with only his head showing. He was just asking to get killed, and Bullseye was happy to oblige. Careful not to alert the fighting freaks, Bullseye approached Spider-Man.
"Is the spider trapped in a web? Oh, the irony," whispered Bullseye, drawing out the butcher knife, "Spider-Man, I'm going to use this butcher knife to cut off your head. And it won't be like the movies, where people's heads get sliced off in one swoop. No, with a knife like this, you have to saw the head off, cut through the bone. It's going to be slow and painful, which ain't so good for you, but will be a whole lotta fun for me. Nothing personal, pal, but this is business."
