Talk:Arachne/@comment-82.37.23.250-20150420214412/@comment-26115871-20151108233823

Oh no. No, no, no! I turn and flee, with them in hot pursuit. Not good, not good! They're all right behind me! I begin babbling the word 'no!' over and over and over again as one of them catches my foot in her webbing and begins dragging me back.

"Now, don't you worry your little head. You won't feel a thing."

I'm reduced to a sobbing wreck as one pries my hands off of my happy meal. "NO! PLEASE! DON'T!"

My cries fall on deaf ears as the arachne begin gleefully munching on my food. They leave me alone, a sobbing wreck on the ground with an empty belly.

. . . what? No one else noticed the 'hungry' part of the description?