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The honkin' chonkin' spider went up the coax cable
Down came the rain and... it's not gonna rain in here.

House spider, at last we meet. I've admired your art.

It's excited because I left the door open for a bit, and there may be bugs to eat. Yummy bugs. Yum.

I suppose, living with creatures eating other creatures, on a ball that's substantially made of poop, in orbit around a much hotter ball of gas, built atop a quantum random number generator, in a universe where the truly big balls eat all of the smaller balls, it all makes Trump's fascism inevitable.

Tea?