Ok, so you're a spider. You're born with hundreds of brothers and sisters. If your parents don't eat you, your brothers and sisters may just as well, so you leave as soon as you're able and setup on your own. No wonder you're a loner, one ugly eight legged, hairy beast. You spend hours building a unique and complex web that belongs only to you, to ensnare whatever comes your way. Boy can you climb. You have no friends, talk to no one and you'll inject poison into and eat anything that touches and becomes entangled in your web. Then one day she comes along. You let your guard down, fall head over heals in love, do the deed and she most likely eats you. Tasty children may follow but they all run away. Also, there are those ginormous two legged creatures that destroy your web and trap you in dome like see-through contraptions that change your environment and force you to start all over again. Happiness to you is a dead end with a smell to match, to keep away what cannot be eaten, anything for a bit of peace. What you keep very close to your chest is your mathematical genius, severe haemorrhoids and the ability to hum a good tune. If only you took the time to do a bit of tap..?
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