paraoid laughter

I bore witness to two baby spiders today, and uh, killed them.
Now where is the mother load?
where's your mama little babies?
Imma burn her.
Burn her I tell you.

can't have incy wincy spiders crawling up my walls you hear me.
Not my walls little six legged creepy webbers.
Go tangle your webs another house,
This place belongs to me.
me and me alone.

If anyone be making any webs to snare some unsuspecting victims, it can only be moi.
Can't have them spideys in this house.

I'm gonna go paranoid hunting spiders.

Where's my gear at? my magnifying glasses and burner and expendable deodorant?

I'm going ground level to hunt these creatures. Every crack, every crevice every smallest little hole that they might be hiding.

I'll vacuum those things out if I have to.
You don't mess with me in my house.