Shinybeet blushes and stands on his remaining back legs as Redbeet, incredulous, looks at him.
“Mud huh?” she then sneers, deeply and thoroughly satisfied that she’s not the only one with a disability anymore.
“I’ll be damned!” Spidey says as he looks at Shinybeet and becomes aware of his condition.
“Wait till I get a chance to pluck each of your 15 children’s legs; you’ll know the meaning of damned then,” answers Shinybeet.
“Prepare him for dinner!” Spidey yells, furious. “He’ll do. He’ll compensate for leaving us to look after Redbeet and her ravenous children of the third kind. Let’s hope his entrails will be tender to chew.
“That’ll teach you, bastard!” Redbeet states boldly in front of Shinybeet while Spidey gathers his family.
“What’s this about you giving birth?” Shinybeet asks Redbeet.
“Eleven of them and… you’re not the father,” she answers.
“I didn’t even brush past your wings, let alone touch you.”
“Just in case you thought you did it staring at me.”
“Never mind. They’re nothing like you. I had an affair with some hairy chap before I—“
“—Spare me the mundane and let me tell you this: I never for one second abandoned you. I knew that you’d manage to survive until I’d come back. I was on my way to get some help you, moron!” Shinybeet maintains.
“Yeah sure… prove it now or be ready to die!”
“There’s an army of black spiders heading this way,” Shinybeet says, lowering his tone so as not to be heard by the others.
“Are you serious?”
“Not less serious than your having an affair with some hairy—“
“—What type of black spiders?”
“Don’t know. Their chief knows you.”
“How long before they’re here?”
To be continued…