Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20190922132453/@comment-36159587-20190922164317

Galaxian poked his head out of some bushes, for whatever reason he'd been in it. He somehow (miraculously, considering his usual dense nature) saw the problem. He settled his more normal-looking scarlet eye on the spider, and did what he had usually been supposed to do: Negotiate. With a spider, yes.

"Hi, Spider," he started cheerily. "Nice Spider. Could you, um, get off of Hanoi???? I think that's his name?"