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Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Gaston - 08-09-2017
A large building sits on a hill in Camelot. To anyone that happened to pass it by would not think it special, but they would be entirely wrong. For inside that building, magic happens. The magic of Omnizon. Inside, orders are placed and packages shipped, hundreds of workers typing away at computers and writing on clipboards. But the real work happens afterwards. The real work is in the delivery, the men, women, and beings of unspecified genders that bring you their goods. These are the delivery people for Omnizon. And this is their story.
Bob woke up in his bleak room, looking around. Everything was grey. Grey walls, a grey bead, grey ceiling, grey floor: for a moment, it made him begin to have an existential crisis, wondering what his life was worth. Until he looked on his wall, seeing a poster that solved it all. "Omni Sez: Don't be depressed! Remember, Omnizon is your life!" the poster said, a picture of a blank silhouette on it. And it made Bob feel completely fine. He leapt out of bed, already wearing his familiar Omnizon employee uniform, grabbing his knife from a nearby table (grey, matching the rest of the room.) He flipped it open, running his finger on the side, drawing blood. Just as sharp as always. Suddenly, he heard a short ding. Reaching down to the table again, he grabbed his Omnizon Employee Communication and Dataverse Device 3000 (patent pending) and looked down at it, the dim blue light of the screen pouring into his eyes. "ALERT!" a message at the top of the screen said. "NEW DELIVERY TO MISTY LAKE! REPORT TO ROOM B-44-7-Y FOR BRIEFING!" And there it was. His message for another package to deliver. Exactly what he had been expecting. Quickly, he rushed over to his closet, opening it up and pulling out his favourite weapons: one pistol, one rifle, and one shotgun. He then ran down the stairs just outside of his room, the door opening as he went near it, quickly running to the nearest conference room: Room B-44-7-Y. As he walked in a hologram popped up and began speaking. "Hello," it said. "You are scheduled to deliver Omnihou 16 to the Misty Lake in Camelot. The van is already loaded with the package. Please comply swiftly." So, swiftly (as the hologram instructed,) Bob ran outside the doors to the building, speed walking (he had already gotten tired) outside to the van.
"ALRIGHT!" he yelled when he got there. "WHERE'S MY PARTNER, SO WE CAN DOOO THIS!"
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Desman Black - 08-12-2017
"I take it you understand everything Mr..." It was obvious the training officer was trying to look at the newbie's name tag.
"J-Just call me Bill." The first day of his new job was making him quite anxious, the grey interior and orange uniforms that made it look more of a prison then a company headquarters wasn't helping either. "And y-yes, I understand it p-perfectly ma'am."
"Good, then we can send you on your first assignment."
"W-Wait, already! D-don't I need a uniform, something to say i'm a t-trainee, anyth-thing."
"It's alright, I left a spare uniform in the truck, your partner should be there very shortly to explain the situation." A man came rushing past the two of them, almost knocking Bill over. "In fact, there he goes now."
As soon the duo left the building, they could here the man yelling something about partners. "Here they are." The lady said. The overly enthusiastic man gave the biggest smile he could, which immediately dropped when his actual partner came out from behind the woman and started speaking.
"H-Hey there."
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Gaston - 08-13-2017
"HELOOOOO, THERE!" Bob bellowed. He looked at the man that had come to the truck, shifting his eyes over his body. Very muscular, but no uniform. Obviously a newbie. But everyone was a newbie sometimes, just like Omni Sez! "Now, listen. I know this is your first job, so you should stay close to me when we're out there. Now, we're gonna drive this van through the dark depths of Camelot, and we'll probably face some monsters. So, where's ya weapons?" Bob hadn't seen any weapons on the newcomer, but he may have just had them in a place he couldn't see.
"We-Weapons, no one t-told me we needed weapons. I'm n-not that g-good with them." The new partners voice trailed of to the side, as did his eyes.
"No weapons! Well, that'll be a problem. Ya see, Omnizon doesn't require us to bring weapons, but it's usually a good idea. 'Cause when we're out there, there's probably gonna be some goblins, ogres, werewolves, n other such things that'll give us a hard time, so you'll wanna defend yourself." Thinking, Bob considered what to do with the newcomer. It seemed like he had been put in delivery by mistake; he definitely seemed like he'd be better at economics, or packaging. Back to the problem at hand, Bob pulled his pistol off of his belt, tossing it toward the newcomer. "There! Just use that, I got my main ones," he patted his back, where the shotgun and rifle were. "Up here. So you can use that for now. Oh, and, ya never told me. What's your name? Mine's Bob. Bob B. Bob."
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Desman Black - 08-14-2017
"B-B-Bill sir." The man blurted out, giving a salute as he did. Bill wasn't sure whether he should've or not, but he did it anyway, the man standing before him seemed very much a typical war hero type, just without the physique."Bill Der"
"Hey, do you mind if I go in first, as you can see I'm not in uniform. The training officer said there should be one in there, but..." There was an awkward pause, normally when he brought the subject up, people would reassure him about it, but that just made him more nervous. "I-I'm kinda, self conscious about my body."
To the toned man surprise, his partner just nodded and smiled. "Th-Thanks." Bill quickly fast walked to the passenger side of the truck.
Once inside, Bill Dur slowly lifted his shirt off, the sparkles of sweat making the six-pack only the more majestic as they sparkled from the sun.
"Now where's that uniform."
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Gaston - 08-17-2017
Bill Der's way of introducing himself was... certainly strange. The cheesy salute was a bit odd, though at least it showed commitment to the job! So, Bob waited outside the van for his new partner to change. And he waited. A bit annoyed, Bob wondered how it could take the new deliveryman so long to change. Deciding to check on his new partner, Bob walked up to the van and knocked on the side.
"You doin' okay in there?" he asked, loudly. Not waiting for an answer, he barged in, seeing Bill undressed, muscles gleaming with the incoming light. "What are ya doin' in here! Lookin' fer the shirt? It's right o'er there!"
"S...sorry," Bill muttered, but Bob ignored him, continuing with what he was explaining. Bob then pointed to a stack of empty boxes, showing nothing. The loyal employee then stomped over, knocking the tower over with a swipe of his arm and revealing a machine built into the wall of the van. It was made of metal and glass, with a lever like that one would see in a casino game next to a large chute leading to a small platform. "See, ya just pull this here crank n then ya get yer uniform! It's pretty simple, see?" Bob demonstrated, jerking hard down on the crank causing a uniform to fall out onto the platform. He then put the folded uniform into a slot in the wall of the van and a sucking sound could be heard, before quickly stopping. "Now, you try it!"
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Desman Black - 08-20-2017
Bill certainly had a quick reaction time, anyone could give him that. As soon as the trucks door even begun to swing open he went for his shirt and tried to cover it over his blazing abs, of course he wasn't very coordinated and missed the old rags completely. As soon as Bill realized Bob could see him, their mind instantly went to the thought of how this chubby person would glare, maybe even say 'that there was nothing to be ashamed of', or the typical 'Wow, your abs are amazing!', but it never came. For the first time, Bill Der felt less cowardly, mostly because he was too intrigued by what actions the man did, or rather didn't, do.
"Y-yeah." Bill responded to the question, but his voice seemed more natural, less forced. Walking in a trace like state over to the flabed man, he pulled the lever as shown, before covering himself at a normal speed. "Sooo... where is or first stop?"
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Gaston - 08-23-2017
"Our first stop? Well, it'll be simple! We're heading to a place called the misty lake, some girl got a video game. It should be easy, nothin' of note. Well, except a lil' tavern on the way there." Bob stretched out his arms and legs as he spoke, preparing to deliver the package.
"Wh..what's wrong with the tavern?"
"Oh, well, it's just filled with some general nasties. Thieves, bandits, some of the more civilised goblins. Sometimes in ere' you get a few trolls. Well, hell, and one time a dragon came in! Jest walked in, ordered a drink. Ya'know, now that I'm gettin' to think about it, was probably a baby. Dragon, I mean. If it wasn't, was a helluva small dragon! Eh, but that don't matter none. We're jest gonna go to misty lake, deliver this game, and then they'll send us some orders on where ta go next. If it's in a different verse, we'll travel there. Probably, we'll be out doin' deliveries fer a week er so." Bob yawned, over-dramatically raising his arms above his head. "Welp, I oughta get ta setting this van up to drive. Got an auto driver, that'll take us just fer a lil bit. Not too far, but should be good fer a bit." Bob began to watch slowly to the front of the van, pushing aside several boxes in his way, when suddenly out of one leapt a giant spider! It was black and tan coloured, about the size of an average dog, and it was racing straight at Bill! "Eh, fuck. Thought I'd killed all a' them after we delivered that shipment o' flies. Eh, ya can handle it with that pistol a' gave ya, can't ya?" Not waiting for an answer, Bob walked into the driver's section of the van, beginning to fiddle with a screen on the dashboard to set the destination.
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Desman Black - 08-25-2017
The more Bob explained the job, the more Bill realized how far a rabbit hole he had fallen into, out of all the jobs that were advertising online, 'package deliverer' sounded the most normal and safe, mind you, it's not hard when the competition was stuff like 'dragon slayer', 'professional fire-eater', 'torture camber tester' and 'zookeeper'.
"A WEEK!" Oh no, there was no way that he was going to stay in a van with a total stranger for a week, except he was case it was in the contract, he should have probably read it first.
Bill's sudden outburst seemed to be ineffective on Bob, the man just acting like he just got out of bed despite it being 8 in the morning, with the messiness and the multiple guns that man was toting, he so wasn't making it easy for Bill to get a good first impression, and then the spider came.
"A-are you nuts? M-me, shot a gun, IN HERE!" The more muscular of the two replied, the other not even having the courtesy to listen. 'Oh crap, Oh Crap, OH Crap, OH CRAP!' Bill closed his eyes and prepared for an almighty impact, except it never came. Instead, all the man could feel was an attack at his pants pocket. Opening his eyes, Bill saw that the spider was just trying to get the chips that he had sneaked in. "Oh, y-your hungry, l-let me open the packet for you." Nervously the abbed man reached to his pocket, the spider let him pass as if the creature knew what he was doing.
The bag opened with little force, making a satisfying op as it did. Reaching into the bag, Bill pulled out a handful of chips, dropping them into the mouth of the spider, finally starting to calm down. "You like it?"
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Gaston - 09-03-2017
"Please state your desired destination clearly and without interruption."
"DAMMIT KAREN, I TOLD YA WHERE WE WANNA GO! NOW LET'S GO THERE, GOD DAMN IT!" Bob was arguing with the GPS system, who he had not-so-affectionately nicknamed Karen, after his old boss.
"Name not recognised. Please state your desired destination clearly and without interruption."
"ARGH!" Bob punched the screen, cracking it. "Oh, dammit. Welp, guess we'll just hafta drive there." The fat deliveryman walked back into the storage room of the van, looking around at boxes as he spoke. "So, how ya doin' at killin' that spider?" He looked up, seeing the man... feeding it? "What are ya' doin'?"
"Uhm...I was..." the muscular man stammered, but Bob interrupted him.
"I got to say, you are a genuine gene-ee-o-us. Tamin' the spider! I'da never thoughta that! It'll be really useful, when we gotta fight goblins n such." It was, at least in Bob's eyes, a great idea. But just to assure loyalty, he pulled out his shotgun and got on the ground, poking the spider with it as he spoke. "You listen here though, ya little spida-man. You attack one a' us, and well..." Bob shot a box in the back of the van, causing it to erupt with packing peanuts. "So, you just listen to us, and we'll be all fine," he concluded, standing up. "So, Bill, if ya' ready ta' go, just head on to the front so we can get ta' goin'!"
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Desman Black - 09-14-2017
As soon as Bob pulled out the gun, the facial expression on bill dropped, it sank even harder when they started threatening the spider. "M-maybe that isn't-" It was too late, the gun was fired and both the human and the spider shot up, the later into the former's face, if Bob wasn't so distracted and if the if the duo didn’t fall behind a wall of empty boxes, the gun toter would’ve shot the creature right there and then.
‘man there are a lot of empty boxes in this truck.’ The muscled man thought while under quite a big amount of said boxes. The spider was too busy nibbling away at a stray piece of styrofoam to care. The only person not covered in boxes however, just continued on the conversation like nothing happened before prompting them to move up front, which the shy man quickly did.
“So,” Bill said, stepping through and planting himself on the passenger seat. “What do we do while waiting for the autopilot to take us to misty lake?”
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Gaston - 09-17-2017
"Well, er, I kinda had ta break the GPS. See, the AI in there was turnin' against us, gonna kill us. I stopped it," Bob said, hastily making up an excuse for the broken screen. "But! That'll just mean ya' get ta learn how to co-pilot this!" Focusing on the task at hand, Bob flipped a number of switches, causing the engine to come awake with a roar. He stuck his hands firmly onto the wheel, looking over to Bill. "Well, start the car!" In front of Bob's partner was a small, desk-like protrusion, adorned with what seemed like hundreds of small switches and buttons, but there were three major ones: a green one, marked go, a red one, marked reverse, and a purple one, labeled food. Next to the three buttons was a small rectangular handhold, which could be manoeuvred up and down on a small track. "Press that green one to start us goin', and use that lil' switch for speed. Oh yeah, an' that lil' purple one gives us rations." He stretched his legs out, his feet touching the empty space where pedals would have been, had it not been for... the incident. Yes, that terrible disaster years ago when a driver had accelerated too fast and slammed into an ogre, killing him and his partner. So, the controls had been split between the two partners. And it had suited Omnizon employees since.
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Desman Black - 09-20-2017
Bill let out an audible eep as the buttons popped out, it didn't take take a genius at this point to know that the muscled man was easily startled.
"Uh, B-Bob..." The man was sheepish as he tried to tell his superior something.
"Go on, just push it, you can tell me afterwards!"
Bill couldn't help but smile and go along with Bob and his enthusiasm. "O-okay" The male gulped as he pressed the button and put his fingers on the switch. Despite keeping a relatively calm fisharde on the outside, the man was freaking out about the task at hand, so much in fact that he quickly flick the switch to get it over with, let's just say it wasn't his brightest idea.
The truck quickly jolted backwards, if it hadn't been for the fact that Bill's stunt had overloaded the circuit board, it would of most likely crashed right through the wall of the building.
"I said press the green one."
Bill at this point was laying on the dashboard clutching his chest. "Like I was trying to say before, I'm colorblind."
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Gaston - 09-23-2017
"Oh...eh, colour-blind. Welp, that ain't gonna be good. Here, jest eh... jest press this one!" Bob pointed to the correct button, his thick finger hovering above its green surface. Not waiting for Bill, he pressed down, motioning for Bill to wait while he shifted back to his steering wheel. He looked confused for a moment when it didn't start, before realising what had happened. "Oh, now look what you've done! Damn circuit board's broke, now we gonna hafta get a new one." Bob shook his head, looking down. His new partner was terrible! But suddenly, he got an idea. "Hey, where's that spider you had?"
"J..just back in the packaging area..."
"Perfect!" Bob leapt up, marching back into the packaging area. "Spida-man! Git in here!" The spider looked up from the box it had been in, its head tilted. "Come on!" Realising what Bob wanted, it hopped out of the box and strolled over, bumping against Bob's foot repeatedly. Reaching into a cabinet near the seats, Bob grabbed a flashlight, small camera, a roll of tape, and a screwdriver, before bending down towards the spider. He tapped the flashlight to its back, turning it on and then wrapped more tape around to secure the camera as he set it near the spider's eyes. Finally, he handed the screwdriver down, the spider clutching one leg around it. "Now, you're gonna go in there and I'll tell you what to do, to fix this circuit. Okay?" The spider nodded dutifully, holding one leg up above its eyes in salute. Bob pulled off a panel on the side of the dashboard, gesturing for the spider to go in. He then pulled his phone off of his belt and pressed on a small icon, allowing him to see through the camera what the spider was doing. "Alright! Hurry up now, so we can go!"
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Desman Black - 10-20-2017
Bill looked at the spider. Then looked at Bob. Then back to spider. Then back at Bob. “Umm… Bob… I know you're the more experienced one but… Are you sure that the little guy is, you know… intelligent enough?”
“Of course it is!” Bill responded enthusiastically, a grin forming on his face. “These guys are crafty little buggers, isn’t that right spider?”
The spider shot a glance at the person that just asked them a question, replying but spitting a web that would have hit Bob’s face if he hadn’t dodged. Before the big man could make good on his threat however, the spider had already journeyed into the innards of the truck, leaving behind only a web on Bob’s window that showed a tick.
“I guess I underestimated them” Bill said, his eyes wide as he stared at the web.
Inside the innards of the truck, the spider thought about the fact that it didn’t have a name, the reason it didn’t have a name was cause it’s parents died before they could give it one, and the parents died because Bob had killed them.
Right turn.
The spider obviously didn’t know that Bob killed their parents, otherwise they wouldn’t have accepted them and their partner as surrogate parents so easily.
Left turn.
Well, they probably still would’ve accepted Bill as their surrogate mother, he did feed them after all.
Another left.
But Bob, well they would’ve made sure that shot didn’t miss.
Go up here and turn back.
But that’s all ifs, right now all they are worried about is their name.
Continue forward.
It could either make it’s own up or ask it’s new ‘parents’ to give them one.
Drop down and turn left.
The spider got distracted from his own thoughts when he saw what he was meant to be looking for, the broken circuit board. Chirping happily he moved towards it and waited for Bob’s instructions.
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Gaston - 10-29-2017
Bob looked intently at his screen. The circuit board looked odd, like it was... drained of energy, again! He sighed. No matter how much it saved, Omnizon really needed to stop buying their car parts from knockoff voodoo wizards!
"Alright, so eh, spida-man, grab that screwdriver?" The spider did as instructed, clamping it between two legs and then holding it in its mouth. "Cut yer leg open!" The spider tilted its head, but Bob simply repeated his command. So it did as instructed, and made a small incision in its front left leg. "Alright, now hold that over the circuit board!" Again, it did as told, but was puzzled. Why did it need to be doing all this cutting? But following orders had been working out for it so far, so it complied. A drop of blood oozed out of its wound and onto the circuit board, causing the whole thing to glow red. "Lukko tarro, higinsimus corasho!" The board lit up bright blue, and a shimmering apparition rose into the cockpit of the car.
"BITCH, YOU THINK THAT KNOCKOFF SHIT GONNA WORK?!" came a voice. It was from the apparition, a cold looking hedgehog with bright purple arms. "SPIDER BLOOD DOESN'T MEAN SHIT! I WANT THE GOOD STUFF, AND IF YOU DON'T GIVE IT TO ME, YA'LL GONNA KNOW THE WRATH OF J. JAMESOON THE HEDGEHOG (trademarked and original character, don't steal)."
"Listen, J. Jamesoon, we can cut a deal. I've got a few jars of liquidized pig soul in the back. How many do you want to start our car?"
"HA! YES, I CAN DEAL!" the soul yelled, acting as though it was its idea. "IT WILL BE TWO PIG SOULS, AND..." It thought for a moment. "YOUR ARM-" it pointed at Bill-"AND YOUR LEG!"-it pointed at Bob.
"Eh... alright! Sounds like a good deal!"
Meanwhile, in the vents, the spider was trembling. It knew nothing of ghosts, or pig souls. All it knew was that its parents were in trouble-perhaps because of it. Would they scold it? Maybe. It shivered in fear, hoping it wouldn't get in too much trouble.
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Desman Black - 11-18-2017
“A-ARM!? ARE YOU CRAZY!!? ARE YOU BOTH CRAZY!!!?" Bill looked to the hedgehog spirit, then at Bob, then back to the spirit, WHY WAS THIS COMPANY EVEN USING VOODOO ENGINES WITH HEDGEHOG SPIRITS TRAPPED IN THEM!
“Just stay calm Bill.” Bob offered to his companion who was freaking out beyond comprehension. “Everything’s going to be alright.”
“ALRIGHT?!! ALRIGHT?!! YOU GUYS ARE TALKING ABOUT CHOPPING MY ARM OFF!!! WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!!”
Even the spider all the way at the engine could hear Bill’s panicked shouting; which just made them curl up and hide even more, why was his mother mad? Was he made at them? And if he was was their father also mad? Well, there was only one way to find out; the spider scurried it’s way back to where they had started.
But it was already too late; Bob had gotten sick of Bill’s nervous panic and slapped him across the face to try and calm him down. This didn’t work however as he accidentally knocked the poor fellow out, leaving Bob and the voodoo hedgehog spirit alone to talk…
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Gaston - 12-24-2017
"Alright! So, let me just go on and grab this-" Bob walked in the back, picking up a tranquillizer and placing it in a syringe, walking back in. He pierced Bill's chest with it, letting out a sigh. "It's so he doesn't wake up," he said, glancing at Jamesoon.
"HURRY IT UP!" Bob sighed. Why did they keep that damn demon powering it? He pulled out a saw and cut into Bill's arm, pulling it off and handing it to Jamesoon. "There ya go!" He walked back to the back, pulling out the pig souls and two gun arms. Bob opened the jars of pig souls, pouring it onto Jamesoon's body. "Happy?"
"YEAH!" Bob grabbed the bloody saw from the ground.
"Good. Ya damn dirty heghodge," he muttered under his breath. He bit down on his tongue, super reinforced with metal, and sawed off his leg painstakingly. He tossed it to Jamesoon as he attached the gun arm to the joint.
"AT LAST, BITCH!" J. Jamesoon evaporated into a mist and went slowly back into the engine.
"Alright!" Bob looked down into the hatch. "Uh, Spida-Man! Ya can come out now!"
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Desman Black - 12-29-2017
The spider had been making its way back through the ventilation system when it saw the red mist rush past him, and it made him move though the shafts so much quicker. When they left the shaft they didn’t stop until they were in Bob’s lap (mostly because he was the closest) and while in it they were shaking like a leaf, snuggling close into the man's rather large stomach. It took a few good minutes for them to calm down, but that didn’t last long.
As soon as the spider saw Bill, a defeated look covered their face, their body sunk, and the signs of tears startibg to form were evident in their eyes. Even if it being a gross gigantic spider, it was still a sad site.
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Gaston - 01-05-2018
Bob watched the spider in his lap.
"Wh...what? Spida-man! My belly! Wh...why are ya touching my belly! It's not like I like ya or anything..." He looked over at his co-worker, who was waking up as he cried. "Oh right! Suck it up, ya damn no-good scum!" He walked over holding the second gun arm. "Here! At the top there's a double barrel shotgun, the bottom is a machine gun, but it's rectangular. Don't ask why." Bob snapped the end of the gun arm onto the crying man's arm, which was still spilling blood. "Ya still bleed? I guess they haven't given ya the mutations yet.
"M...mutations?" Bill whimpered.
"Yeah! Wow, ya really are a newcomer! They give us enhancements, replace our blood with a nanobot enhanced fluid, replace our skeleton with metal, replace some organs with artificial ones that are better... Really, they just make us super soldiers! Part a' the fluid that replaces our blood is that when ya start to bleed nanobots cover the hole."
"I... I'm not sure..."
"Oh come on! Ya won't get 'em for a while! And they only hurt unbearably for... what, an hour? Two? Ya'll be fine. Now, wanna test out that gun arm?"
RE: Sign Here (Omnizon Delivery) - Desman Black - 01-24-2018
“N-Not really…” Bill said sheepishly, looking away from Bob, how was this guy so nonchalant with this stuff.
“Seriously, ya need to grow a little backbone, show yar dominance. Now I’ll ask again, ya wanna test out that gun arm?”
“No!” Bill suddenly shouted, before immediately covering up his mouth.
“That’s better I suppose…. But you should still have basic training for all your equipment. And if ya happen to accidentally shoot someone in tha face, that’s just experience.”
Bill gulped, but Bob was already moving the truck along, mattering something knowing the perfect place.
The spider on the other hand had gone back to the… well back, of the vehicle, it was their home after all, and they hadn’t finished exploring yet, the last time they tried to they got interrupted…
The first thing he went to look at was the big machine made of glass and metal, how had he not noticed that before. Looking at it he was curious about what it’s purpose was, everything had to have a purpose, overwise, why would they exist? The spider would have had a closer look, but unlike the boxes and the inner workings of the machine, the spider could not climb up the wall, why couldn’t it? It could climb up anything so why not this? They may never know, but it was because Bob had sprayed anti-stick spray on the walls incase he had to deal with the giant spiders again.
Deciding that he would come back to it later once he learnt the appropriate skill(s) required. Instead, he decided to examine the boxes, climbing up them, eating Styrofoam out of them, and throwing corrosive acid at them to see if it would burn through them, it did.
Before the spider could experiment with anything else however, the truck suddenly came to a stop with Bill soon following Bob outside. When the spider tried to do the same, the muscular man just patted them gently and said. “You stay in the car where it’s safe, okay?”