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[hammerismywhat]

[There's the sounds of someone sipping coffee and flipping pages as he peruses the journals, and then soft, quick brushes of a gloved hand against paper --]

What -- ? Ew! Get! Get! You nasty little buggers ...

I would seem we've got a little --get out of my ... never mind, I wasn't going to drink the rest of that anyway-- infestation going on.

Comments

[tehoniongirl]

You can't kill them, Hammer. They're intelligent.

Just...sweep them out of your room.

[hammerismywhat]

If they're so intelligent they would have knocked first. [Not going to mention how many he's already stepped on]

[tehoniongirl]

[you know...there're logical arguments... and then there're arguments used with Captain Hammer]

...they probably did and you didn't hear them. They're awfully tiny. The sound wouldn't be very loud.

But they talk. They're just babies waiting for their mother.

You wouldn't kill babies, would you?

[hammerismywhat]

[Was totally not just killing babies just then]

[Perhaps a little too fast in his response,] Why, no, of course not! [muttered as he brushes some out the window] Not even eight-legged little ... let go of that! Goway!

Wait ... mother?