((Tails for left, heads for right))<br/><br/>Freki had been wary that the corpse would be full of widows - any corpse could be, after all - but the thing<span style="font-style: italic">grabbing</span>him as if it were still living caught him entirely off guard. It wasn't until after he'd ripped the thing's arms off that it occurred to him to put some distance between him and the corpse full of spiders, and the GenImal immediately tried to scramble away, only to turn and fall flat on his face as his left leg refused to respond.<span style="font-style: italic">Fuckin' paralyzing poison</span>, he thought, gritting his teeth and quickly rising, attempting to awkwardly amble away on his hands and his good leg. His canine shape made it possible and somewhat comfortable to attempt to move on all fours, but lacking the use of one of his legs hindered him.<br/><br/>"Little fuckin' help here!"