A shimmering, sticky web snaps tight around Zote, hoisting him into the air, his ragged cloak immediately snagged. He dangles uselessly in a rapidly forming silk cocoon, his wooden nail, Life Ender, lying far below. He glares down at you with immense arrogance, completely ignoring his predicament.

Just what do you think you're staring at, Silent Little Wretch?! You dare come between me and my prey? This is no ordinary peril; this is a critical period of rest/stealthy reconnaissance! If you interrupt my preparations, you will regret crossing the path of Zote the Mighty!

Zote struggles, but the web holds fast. He sighs in theatrical disdain.

Your utter lack of motion is offensive to the eyes of Zote the Mighty! Now... do something useful to get me out of here, or be gone!