The young women on the other end of the outburst "Hello! You're wrong! Go put on some clothes!" posed in the August evening air wearing only shoes, a thong and a smile.
"Where do you see naked girls out in the street, right?" says Ruby Torres.
In Times Square, evidently, where Ruby and a rotating cast of 15 other girls collect tips for their manager, a man who says he learned the art of body painting as a child.
"When I was five years old, just finger painting," says Mason Hunt.
Reactions to that artwork and the fleshy canvases displaying it vary from the men, the women, and the children who find their Times Square experience temporarily hijacked by bare bums and topless chests:
"We have nothing like this in Virginia Beach. I was loving it."
"I'm very conservative and I'm from South Africa and I've never seen anything like that before."
"A lot of creeps, a lot of pervs, a lot of stares. It's great comedy."
Some passersby wondered why police allow this to go on for 13 hours a day, how this doesn't qualify as indecent exposure. Well, in the early 1990s, the state Court of Appeals ruled that women may go topless anywhere men can.
"None of the cops in Times Square, they don't bother me at all," Mason says.
Times Square's original naked act sees no threat from the more-naked characters across the street.
"I literally have a franchise," says the Naked Cowboy. "I got six other Naked Cowgirls that work here at night. Four other Naked Cowboys."
Sandy Kane employs the same shtick on the same block but cannot legally call herself "The Naked Cowgirl."
"Unfortunately, I really can't come out in the winter," Sandy says. "But I'm thinking about getting like fur and just having breasts."
With so much skin on display in Times Square, if Spidey wants any attention he might consider ditching the costume.
Where some find moral disgust, others find a souvenir.
Some give thanks: "God bless America."
And others don't give any of this any attention at all.