XXVII

[shotapope]

[The young Pope is entering his room, the young Pope sees something that does not agree with him. Why yes, his room is covered with little spiders. Soon after he drops his journal on the ground outside and a girlish shriek escapes him as he races out of the room.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[He bounces off the opposite wall and falls to the ground in a bit of a daze, the blood has drained from his face.]

S-s-s-s-s-spiders!