I.
HATE.
SPIDERS.
With all my being. I can't stand them. They're creepy, crawly, ugly, hairy, and just plain scary.
They've got 6 too many legs and if I ever come across a talking one,
I'll shoot it with my imaginary gun I keep in my pocket.
Then I'll run like hell for about 4 miles,
then I'll use magic to seal it in a devil's trap for eternity.
Then use a machine gun and shoot at it again, just for good measures.
Gotta make sure that bitch is dead before I go back there again. I will not, I repeat, WILL NOT go back in a house with a spider in it. Weather it be dead or alive, that thing has to be completely removed and thrown in a fire before I'll go back in.
But for those of you who like spiders, just keep your pet tarantula locked up under about 20 locks and it's terrarium submerged underwater, and you can keep it for a couple of hours before I burn the house down. No offence. I told you I hate them...
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RandomThis is a hate book, where I'll mostly post chapters about stuff I hate, but you can comment stuff you hate and I'll add that as well and tag you in it.