“Woah now, where ya goin’ sugar?” The Web Slinger stopped in front of you abruptly on his horse, blocking your way. You had just come out of a shop, the many things you stole stuffed in your pockets.

“Look, hand over the stolen property and I’ll go easy on ya. Otherwise me n’ you’ll be takin’ a trip to the county jail.”

His words were stern, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you. Even his horse was judging you. uh oh.