“Ok. It’s ok.” She says, deceptively calm. “All we need to do now, is burn down the entire apartment.”

When you immediately go to protest, because that was certainty an over reaction, she shakes her head.

“Babe I love you. But there is a spider the size of your face running around.”

“There’s a what?” Dick says from the doorway. He immediately puts down the bags he’s carrying. Hesitating as if the spider was going to jump out.

And without any further hesitation he jumps up onto the couch.