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Honestly more of monologue than anything. 15 minutes later and you're done. Not a single web in sight.

Mars: he ran over to the door. “Hey, it’s been over half an hour and wow, I’m done! And not a single web in site! What’s going on?”

"You know, spiders are very good at web design."

Mars: “Eyyyyyyy! i know you can’t see, but imagine I'm doing finger guns. If you even know how to imagine that. Do you know what I look like? I have a pretty bad memory.” He said.

"Yes, we can see you."

Mars: “Oh, okay. So was this all an elaborate set up for that joke? Because I’m fine with that, but I’d like to know so I don’t re-search the room.”

"Yes, that was just a set up. You're going to stay in there until you tell us what you want from here.

Mars: “But- I can’t! There’s this parasite, and I can’t say anything it doesn’t want me to say because it tricked me into giving it a way to instantly kill me!” He said.

"It doesn't kill you, it just wiped your memory. Good for me, since they're going to wipe the memory so I can do the spider thing again."

Mars: “Oh, What? How many times have I fallen victim to your puns?”

"Just once. But in my presence, they've wiped your memory... around 4 times."

Mars: the same purple glow shone under the door. “Heehaha, heeheehee! You really still haven’t figured it out! God, you’re so STUPID.” It said.

"It's not my problem. Once this place is infected, we can just move into a different u-" You hear a slapping sound as the German tries not to cry. "Why did you do that? Owww...'

Mars: “I don’t think you realise your role in the bigger picture here. I’m not in a box, my puppet is in a box, and when you can’t use one puppet, the only logical step....” the voice moved to directly in her ear. “Is to use your backup.” A bang went off downstairs.

She shrugs. "Zla?" She appears where the bang occurred.

???: there is a small grey fox. “Hrrn?”

"For some reason I really want to kill it."

???: It made a low growl. Not a growl of anger, but more of mild disappointment.

((Oh.)) Adi nodded.”Just saying.” She said.”I learned a lot about myself.” She said.”So Why were you talking to your sword if it can’t talk?”

“It’s... well, it was someone else’s. A friend of mine. Then they died in some dumb way, and now whenever I’m mad at them the closest thing I can do to get angry at them is get angry at some dumb melded metal.” He said with a sigh.