OK…well, here’s $100, and here’s a 50-gallon drum full of spiders and lizards and boll weevils and giant cockroaches and super-centipedes and…and…Og knows what else. Now hand over the remote and I’ll deliver the balance of what I owe in, say, 30 days?
Tell you what…here’s your hundred bucks back. Pick all the nasty-ass spiders out of the drum and squish 'em, and I’ll give you the remote.
What’s this? Hal Briston, creator of indescribably horrific creatures through genetic engineering, is afraid of/doesn’t like spiders?
Is there something wrong with that? :dubious:
Spiders are the devil’s spawn.
Just go find one and ask it. It’ll tell ya.
Evil.
Pure evil.
[sub]Evil.[/sub]
Spiders, eh?
:: chortles evilly, rubs hands together ::
Bwa-ha-ha-ha…
:: pause ::
:: looks around ::
Er, uh, hi Hal!
:: sings ::
Little Miss Muffet/
Sat on a tuffet/
Eating her curds and whey…
[sub]you know, I always wondered why he never explored the arachnid end of things with his creations… [/sub]
:: sprays a few thousand gallons of spare DDT around the complex, just in case ::
Cough cough cough Hey, pal, watch it with that stuff. You know it tends to cause immediate mutations in genetically altered lifeforms and - uh oh.
(Exits the compunds at roughly point five past light speed)
:: a quick flash of tentacular motion ::
:: a dry scuttling sound ::
:: the glint of organic-carbon-crystal claws ::
Uh-oh.
:::walks in non-chalantly with a stack of pizzas:::
Hey, guys, I brought more pizza.
:::walks out:::
I see 
What is that sound? What? Mutation? OH HELL NO!
Well, if that’s a mutation, something didn’t quite go right. Look! The poor thing can barely move!
:: mewling sounds ::
:: the creature scrabbles at the floor, its eight legs and tentacles barely gripping ::
It’s helpless.
:: another more normal creature, crablike, passes nearby ::
:: suddenly one of the ‘ineffectual’ tentacles lashes out, grabbing the crab ::
:: the tentacle pulls the crab back, and the entire top of the creature’s body opens back, revealing a maw filled with diamond teeth ::
:: the crab vanishes into the maw, and the flap closes ::
:: there is a chewing, crunching moise, and the creature grows just a little bit bigger ::
Uh-oh.
If anyone needs me, I’m up here. Out of reach, I hope.
Me too, I think.
:: looks for convenient way up ::
:: a tentacle hashes out again ::
:: the pizzas brought by Feydeau vanish ::
:: the creatue settles back, somehow with a smug expression, even though it doesn’t have anything resembling a normal face ::
lowers rope for Sunspace, careful to keep a look out for tentacles.
I almost typed “…keep an eye out for…” but decided I wanted to keep both my eyes in. Strange things have happened in this thread.
Thanks, Snakescatlady. I’m used to dealing with, or at least distracting, calamari. This critter is new.
:: looks around ::
:: the creature is slowly pulling its eight legs into its body ::
:: it seems to be becoming taller ::
:: everyone else is easing towards the exits, or has already left ::
I wonder whether there’s another exit off this ledge?
…tree begins easing toward the exit…where’s the exit?
Uh oh. Where’s Regallag and his horde when you need them?
That thing better not be eating my Ourangatangaroosturgeons! I haven’t paid for 'em yet!
Awww…I really need to get out of here 