Spider woke up after some time. He got up slowly, still feeling the pain somewhat. He leaned up against the wall a moment, catching his breath and gathering his strengh.
"Dam Vykkers," he grumbled, "why can't they just leave me ter my own business."
He wished he could get his claws on his creators and rip their throats out, so he could be free to do whatever he wanted.
After gaining some strength back, he started down the corridor, heading no where in particular. He paused and looked at a mud who was just around the corner.
"Yer lucky I just ate, otherwise yer would be in my stomach right now." he said to the mud with a sadistic grin, then he continued on his way...
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