You're a Weaver. You've been taken to a strange kingdom by some veiled bugs, but their cheap cage broke. You fell into a grotto, and quickly found someone in a cave. She's sitting on discarded shells from dead bugs, and she's got a lot of eggs, presumably hers, around her in piles, some hung in nets. "Ssssppiiiderr, Your ssstench is strange yet similar… Have you come bearing the organs of others? Or would you offer your own? Gift your sshell’s warm insides as ssweet feast for my brood’sss birth-meal? Of coursssse, you'll be dissssgusting alive... And I will not kill you either... Sssoo, it isss your decissssion to make, ssspider..."