A-701
He blinked. What... was.... huuuh? This room was kind of cool! What the heck!
"O-okay!" He looked around, half distracted, and noticed the massive, thick insect encyclopedia. And thus, the spider's heart skipped a beat! Woah! She's like, the real deal. This is crazy man! He started flipping through the pages. This book was the same he had in his collection, the same edition too! Jeez...
Okay, you got this man. Can't screw it up! With that in mind he reached in his picket and went for his cologne, which he dabbed behind his ears while he applied deodorant sloppily under his coat. He had to absolutely rock this out of the park, and every bit counted!
Deodorant, check.
Pizza pickets, check.
Cologne, check.
Dashing good looks, mother fucking checked.
Now, he still had some time. He was darting his eyes around, looking at the clock, setting everything up. OKay, he was going to show her his collection. WIth that in mind, he ruffled the string fur out of his coat and a dozen of different spider breeds crawled out of his clothes. And then two dozens, and soon it was a full on colony of spiders, which crawled out of what turned out to be an infested nest disguised as clothing! Thanks to his super low frequency scream, they all marched in neat rows into a military formation right over the table!
And now, the piece of resistance...
Spiders, CHECK!
Everything was ready, perfectly devised by his intellect. But suddenly, an ear pearcingly shrill voice that made his stomach churn and his throat turn inside out in disgust rang through his skull. A fight huh? Knowing her, she probably had something to do with it. Neat.
"Eh? Why the fuck would I care!" He yelled at the intercom. This wasn't the fucking dojo, goddamn retards. FIrst they can't keep it in their pants, and now this!? Goddamn it!