Who doesn't? I know you can see out that hair of yours, you must've seen the posters, buddy.

[Apparently Peter starts getting bitchy when he feels like he got run over by a steamroller, his face pinching with pain as he swallows thickly, unable to help it as he sags against Venom]

Ah, screw it. [He seems to give up with the idea of just pushing away from Venom and stumbling back the way he came. Too much effort. Especially when his legs are as bad as a drunk's right now.] I wanted to make up for the job. You know the one, you covered for me that night.