[ WP ] `` Why are you a spider ? '' They ask . `` Why are n't you a spider ? '' You retort .

`` Why are you a spider?'' They asked. `` Why are n't you a spider?'' I retort. I hung in the corner of my office, comfy in my webs, staring haughtily down into the faces of my terrified colleagues below. My gene splicing procedure had gone fantastically, as it should though, with the prices that the Harley street doctor's were charging. `` Why a spider?'' one of my colleagues repeated, a telltale wet stain spreading across the front of her trousers `` why not something cute?''. I gave her a scornful glance with my many eyes, and tutted. `` Why would I want to be a cat like Keira Knightley? Whipping her tail around like a slutty dancer. Or a hedgehog like that guy off of the news, charged for giving all of those children tetanus''. I pulled a web to my left and my computer and table rose to meet my gaze, suspended by my powerful webbing. A strand passed my colleague, brushing her arm as it passed. She squealed and fell backwards, as I reveled in the feelings that the tiny vibrations played across the web. I laughed softly, turning to look at the braver of my female colleagues. `` Sara'' I urged `` Come see, you like spiders!''. She slowly edged closer, her trusting nature fighting the urge to run from the abomination that had left nature behind. She reached out, running a hand down the long thick hairs of one of my back legs. She giggled nervously and turned to face the others `` it really is still him after all!'' she started to say. Well that's what I assume she was going to say. I bit her head off after'really'. I did n't even mean to especially, she always did look tasty though. I often forget what to do with my computer now though. I've forgotten a lot of things. I spend more and more time in my nest, leaving only to hunt, to feed, to breed. The majority of the humans do n't know about me yet, but that will change in the next few weeks, when my children are big enough...
