[ The thing is, Jesse's not sure if he should swoon or not. That was pretty damn heroic, to be honest -- he could've just left the spider on Jesse and made off with the cigarettes. But he didn't. Jesse's already squirming away, trying to get away from it. It's dead, whatever, but he doesn't want to be near it. ]
Mmgnh. [ He manages. Brain not working from terror. Give him a second. ] Get -- thanks, get off. Please get off. [ Look how polite he's being. ]
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Mmgnh. [ He manages. Brain not working from terror. Give him a second. ] Get -- thanks, get off. Please get off. [ Look how polite he's being. ]