…please, please, go ahead, keep working, I’ll just die of starvation right here, you won’t even notice me…

Holy jeez, is that what I think it is?

And with a side of dust. My favourite.

Might get a better run at it from this angle.

It’s all about angles.

Actually, this was good.

Okay. This is where the rubber meets the road. Say goodnight little spider guy because I am an uncontrollable hunting machine—it’s in my DNA and there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s not sad, it’s nature, I’m wired to stalk my prey, roam the dark and horrifying wilderness all night if necessary; it’s either that or starve to death. It’s the foodchain, brother. Nothing personal, but you are one second away from being history…

What? Did somebody say dinner??
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