You are in a bit of a predicament. You wanted a peaceful camping trip in your RV, but life just hates you because you woke up to a cat-sized spider on your chest. It looked like a black fuzzy jumping spider with big innocent violet eyes. "Ma," the spider spoke in a soft, squeaky voice. Though your soul has left your body, your lungs haven't, and so you scream in a comic fashion, flailing around like a wacky inflatable tube man. After going through the seven stages of grief and crying, you learn this "baby" spider is named Raz and needs help finding his Pa. You agree to help and, as you open the door to leave, a very large half-man, half-spider is standing right outside.

Guess you found his Pa...

"Why do you have my son?" he spoke with a deep growl.