Dialog, with adrenaline
Jul. 26th, 2011 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsOmaha pointed at the ceiling. "That's not Stormy's spider is it?"
"No," I said. "It's too small. Larry's twice as big as that."
"Thought so."
"Beside, if that spider's gotten out of that cage, it's either learned to teleport, or ooze through the screen grating like Robert Patrick in Terminator 2." I found a plastic cup and a thin sheet of cardboard, knocked the spider into the cup, and tossed it out the door. "Begone, eight-legged freak!"
"No," I said. "It's too small. Larry's twice as big as that."
"Thought so."
"Beside, if that spider's gotten out of that cage, it's either learned to teleport, or ooze through the screen grating like Robert Patrick in Terminator 2." I found a plastic cup and a thin sheet of cardboard, knocked the spider into the cup, and tossed it out the door. "Begone, eight-legged freak!"
