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spiderman, 1970's toei style

The Dr. Yamashiro's family in the Yamashiro space archeology laboratory
It lived peacefully with Takuya (speed racer), Shinko, and Takuji.
Suddenly at one day, a mysterious cry came to hear it Takuya's ear.
"My brother, brother come, my brother…"
As for the shout, the Spider star where I lived is taken over
by Professor MONSTER of TETSUJYUJIDAN, 400 years ago.
It was a voice in GARIA(prince in the Spider star) which burnt to revenge.
Only one person who hears the telepathy is in all space.
It was proof which was able to become a strong man
who was able to fight it against TETSUJYUJIDAN as Spiderman.
GARIA succeeded in the reproduction as Spiderman
by injecting the "Spider extract" into Takuya.
Spiderman is a strong man who can unabashedly climb any building
like the spider also in the iron tower.
He manipulates spider's string and fights in the cause of justice.
Knock down TETSUJYUJIDAN of badness of space! Spiderman!
(grammar, line breaks left as-found)

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