[…] spiders emerge from the walls, from the floor. One drops from the ceiling into your hair. You rip their fangs from your skin and fling them to the ground - but your vision swims with their venom. "Gosh," the spider purrs. "Not quite ripe, then?"
"Oh, good," says the great beast. "Why don't you come over here, then?"
It crooks a mighty limb. Dozens of spiders emerge from the walls […] You fling them to the ground as they begin to bite! "Gosh," the spider purrs. "Not quite ripe, then?"
