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“claaaarrriicce” hannibals impatience echoed through the house. Clarice had planned on spending her afternoon on the couch reading this weeks edition of the tattler, but apparently hannibal had other plans. Clarice snorted and set the paper aside, what could hannibal possibly need now? She had already changed the cars oil, she had already opened all of the jars for him in the kitchen yesterday, the irony of the tasks he had her perform did not uescape her. She walked into the kitchen and found hannibal standing behind the island.
"Whaddya need?" She sighed, somewhat annoyed
"There" he pointed with the wooden mixing spoon. Across the kitchen island, sitting on the counter was a small black spider.
Clarice eyed the spider briefly before turning her attention back to the cannibalistic serial killer “Are you kidding me?” Hannibal responded with a quick shake of the head
“Hannibal”
"I do not appreciated uninvited guests appearing at dinner, human or not”
"Then how about you show him out the door yourself?" She smiled, here was hannibal the cannibal, one of the most vicious killers in recent history, trembling at an arachnid no bigger than his finder-nail.
“I would but I am preoccupied with preparing our dinner” hannibal grinned slightly, not wanting to admit he dropped everything as soon as he spotted the vermin.
“Preoccupied my ass! You're just too proud to admit this little critter has the power to turn mr big bad cannibal into a cowering little boy”
“There Is no shame in arcanaphobia Clarice, it is very common and spider bites can be quite fatal in deed” Clarice scoffed, she couldn’t believe this
“Hannibal you are being ridiculous”
“There is nothing ridiculous about taking ones safety-” hannibal let out a high pitched scream when the spider had landed on his shoulder. Clarice who had grown tired of her husbands nagging decided to flick the bug into him out of curiosity. The result was priceless.
Hannibal tripped over one of the barstools crashing onto the floor in an attempt to escape the spider. “CLARICE” he yelled, still rolling around and flailing “PLEASE! GETITOFFGETIOFF” his face was red with panic and there were tears in his eyes. This was pathetic.
Clarice sighed and bent over the pick up the half dead spider, took it over to the window and let it free
“So long little guy” Clarice turned around and struggled not to laugh, hannibals breathe had returned to normal, and Clarice had never seen him so embarrassed “Totally rational eh big guy?”
“…we never speak of this again.”