Shut up -- [ Jesse snaps, finally, a little high pitched in his terror. There aren't any more spiders, they're just swarming all over the crate like crazy, and Jesse shudders full-bodied at the sight, looking himself over for bites. A beat, then his gaze snaps back up to Party. ] Hey, give 'em back, motherfucker, those are mine!
[ He just stuck his hand in a crate full of spiders for a pack of cigarettes, he earned that shit. ]
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[ He just stuck his hand in a crate full of spiders for a pack of cigarettes, he earned that shit. ]