A very long time ago Peter had wondered what a normal college experience was like. He hadn't had one because he and May had been, well...poor. They'd definitely had to pinch some pennies to get by after his uncle died and his science scholarship hadn't covered everything. So he'd commuted from home and had to hustle for photographs to sell to the Bugle to make money. All while being Spider-Man, of course.

So there were times he wondered what it was like to live in a dorm.

Right now, he's realizing he didn't miss squat. Dorms are for suckers. Having your childhood bedroom in your aunt's house is where it's at.

But he's probably stuck with this guy. Jorgmund doesn't seem the type to take polite requests and he's trying to keep his head down so his digging around poking at all the rig's nooks and crannies goes unnoticed. He knows at this point in his life he doesn't look like much and he plans to use it.

"I'm Ben." Deep breath. "And I gotta say, I'm impressed with the sheer chaotic energy you've infused into this place like some kind of reverse feng shui."

Sometimes you just had to marvel at sheer catastrophe.