<span style="font-weight: bold">Jules</span><br/><br/>"Alright, get in position."<br/>Jules stood in the position from whence he believed the driders would come and started banging his shield while shouting:<br/>"Oy! You eight-legged good-for-nothings! Fly-eaters! Think you can handle me or are you too busy munching on cockroaches?!"<br/>He took a deep breath before going at it for a second time:<br/>"I ain't going into your stupid webs, it's so obvious that my blind grandmother would have detected them from a mile away!"<br/>"I got spiders in my pottery collection more scary than you!"<br/>"The local poetry club dress better and they got better poetry too!"<br/>etc.