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ImAllexx:*aggressive screaming in the kitchen*
Memeulous: Alex. My son. What's the matter?
ImAllexx: There's a spider! I don't like spiders!
Memeulous: I'll stamp it to death
Inabber:*from the corner of the room* NOOOO! DON'T STEP ON THE SPIDER. GET A GLASS AND THROW IT OUT OR KEEP IT AS A PET!
StephenTries: Don't worry Alex. I've got a nuke
Inabber: NO!
ImAllexx: DON'T NUKE US! YOU'LL KILL EVERYONE IN ENGLAND
Lewis Buchan:Aye! I've got a knife
Inabber: Bit immoral
WillNE: Someone say spider
James Marriott: Can I keep it as a pet?
Everyone: NO!
Inabber: Yes. We'll call it Mike.
James Marriott: Yes papa.
Memeulous: Stamps on the spider
James Marriott: No! Not Mike.
Inabber: That was my son's spider
Lewis Buchan: Oh shut it or I'll shoot you.
Inabber: No. You don't bully my kid
Lewis Buchan: Then. You'll die. *Shoots Inabber*
James Marriott: DADDDY! NOOO!
Inabber: Don't worry. You get Kenji. *Dies*
James Marriott: Nooooo!
ImAllexx: Don't worry James. I'll save the day.
ImAllexx: *Shoots Lewis Buchan*
WillNE: What the hell Alex
ImAllexx: I had to...
Lewis Buchan: Don't worry I'll return another day. *Dies*
James Marriott: I'm off *Runs away*
StephenTries: This means war.
EAS Man: There are people who have gone off to war over a spider. God actually needs to save England. It hasn't been the same since David Cameron has become Prime Minister