The pants fall in a horrible heap of tatty shreds - the smell is ghastly - you retch -
composing yourself you look up - you observe that all the beauty in the universe is composed by spiders - then in a single voice they all begin talking to you

What do you do now?

	obey them
	leave the house

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Story program written by Valerie Mates