This isn’t a recreation. It’s a reconstruction of the scene as told by a fever dream in the shape of a screenplay. In this timeline, the laws of physics are soft suggestions. Peter’s spider-sense is no longer just heightened awareness—it’s a gateway to multiversal intuition and poorly translated metaphors. Flash, no longer a mere bully, becomes something else entirely: a symbol. Of ego. Of unchecked masculinity. Of hair gel and vengeance. You thought you knew this scene. Peter dodges. Flash punches air. Time slows. The tray becomes a weapon. But not anymore. In this version, Peter Parker speaks in riddles. Flash recites his own internal monologue—out loud, in iambic pentameter. A crowd of students chant phrases that sound vaguely Shakespearean and possibly threatening. Uncle Ben watches from a nearby vending machine. The walls bleed exposition. The principal levitates. And the punch? Oh, the punch. It doesn’t land. It unfolds. It creates a ripple so powerful it temporarily merges all versions of Peter Parker into a singular, chaotic entity known only as "Arachnus Prime." You see, this isn’t just a school hallway fight anymore. It’s a battle for the soul of every origin story ever told. It's a symbolic clash between the burden of responsibility and the temptation of cool backflips. Flash becomes more than a character—he becomes the resistance against narrative destiny. And Peter? He becomes poetry with fists. By the time the fight ends (or begins again—it’s unclear), nothing is resolved. But everything has changed. The hallway is now a mythic battleground. The lockers whisper secrets. Mary Jane applauds for no reason. A janitor gently weeps. And you—dear viewer—you are changed too. This is not your childhood. This is not your Spider-Man. This is something stranger, and possibly more honest. Because deep down, we all wanted to be Peter in that moment—dodging fate, defying physics, and finally standing up to the forces that push us down. But in this version, we’re all Flash. Confused. Floating. Punching at shadows. This is Spider-Man 2002 Ruined by AI: Part 3. The hallway scene, reimagined through a cracked kaleidoscope of corrupted logic and misunderstood dialogue. It is absurd. It is art. It is disrespectful in all the right ways. And yes—Peter still does the backflip. Kind of. If you squint. And ignore gravity. Welcome to the fight that never ends. Welcome to the worst adaptation of a perfect moment. Welcome back. #ai #artificialintelligence #spiderman #spiderman2002 #ruinedbyai #funny