(The Spyders are now attacking Lance, each hit inflicting 2 HP damage)

Minutes later...

(They continue to attack, tired)

DEATH!

Spyder 1: Man, that only took a thousand years. We really got lucky this time.

Spyder 2: Yeah. Wanna go out to lunch now?

Spyder 1: Ugh, DON'T even mention that word. Lately my wife has been looking at me like she wants to bite me.

Spyder 2: Woah, sexy.

Spyder 1: No no, as in, she wants to devour my body for sustenance.

Spyder 2: Never. Get Married.