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“Spider” Venom called, poking at the lump under the bedsheets. “We hunger.”
The lump groaned, shifting beneath the covers until it birthed a very annoyed Spider.
“What” Spider croaked.
“We hunger” it repeated, poking again.
“Go make breakfast” he said, swatting Venom’s hand.
“You are better at breakfast” it reminded. “Feed us. We hunger.”
Little Spider returned to his sheets.
The alien poked again, repeating the gesture until its Spider obeyed the command and retreated the bed. It hissed in delight, following its Spider from the bedroom to the kitchen.
“Pancakes” it purred. “With chocolate syrup.”
“Sure thing, your majesty…”