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[aestheticweaver]

The world waivers, and then there is a giant spider standing in the room. It looks around for a bit, then grab the paper and reads it over. The magic quill writes out its responses with some confusion, if a writing implement can be confused.

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[pufnstuf]

Puf did a one-man foxtrot up to the creature, his white patent leather cowboy boots glinting. "Hi!" He executed a complicated maneuver involving dipping himself, and managed not to wipe out completely, instead coming up with a chipper grin - which is to say his expression remained utterly static. "What're you s'posed to be? I'm a dragon!"

Sure he is.

[aestheticweaver]

. . . FLESHLESS ONE GREETED GREETINGS JOY IN THE WEAVER IS SPIDER IS WEAVER . . .

[pufnstuf]

Puf considered the Weaver, his enormous head tilted to one side. "You don't look much like a spider t' me," he said, his mouth flapping a few times after the sentence had ended. In this Puf might be excused, as his only reference for spiders looked like this:

[aestheticweaver]

. . . LARGER FOOT COVERS UNWANTED BY WEAVER WANTS DEVICES TO CUT PAPER . . .

[pufnstuf]

Puf was befuddled by this response. "You don't want boots?" He considered the Weaver thoughtfully. Clearly this was some sort of monster - but what sort? It didn't look like anything Witchiepoo would come up with - it wasn't neon orange, for one thing, which would be a dead giveaway even to someone not of Mayoral intellect. And plus it didn't seem to be made of felt, or fake fur, or naugahyde or anything Livin' creatures were supposed to be made of. But spurning spiffy patent leather cowboy boots? Definitely monstrous. Puf eyed the Weaver suspiciously.

He tried to scratch his head and failed miserably, instead waving his arms around fruitlessly. "Paper cuttin' huh? I c'd get you some scissors, I guess." Puf rummaged inside his enormous maw, which looked more like the red felt inside of a bag than anything else, and produced a pair of metal kindergarten scissors.

"Paper cuttin'..." And no boots, said the silent reprimand. Puf shook his head sadly and cast his vote. "Ravenclaw, I s'pose."

[panic_bad]

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (which, again, as per the addendum to our application, no longer has any inclinations towards destroying planets called "Earth") would like to point out that the behavior of "the Weaver" suggests that she/he/it may have been, as one might say, "puffin' stuff". No other acceptable explanation has been offered, and she/he/it still refuses to share her/his/its stash.

[pufnstuf]

"Aw, Jimmy, you done give me a idea!"