(I be of the line o' the Crimson Empress who be Queen o' Spiders. My friend be kin ta water nymphs. You be either today's dinner or tomorrow's, I've yet ta decide.) *Mordred creeps closer, mandibles clicking.* (I hope ya don't mind if I place ya in my web, do ya? Don't want ya gettin' away while I'm eatin' thy friends, now do I?)
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