Jane: Tell me a story like we're falling asleep.
Carlos: Um.... Okay.
Carlos: So there once was his spider, his name was Peter, and he was an okay web weaver. But his webs didn't have any elegance or consistency or symmetry to them. But it was enough that he still caught flies and stuff to eat, and honestly he didn't care that much. Then one day a hiker came through waving a stick about. The end.
Jane: Oh.....
Jane: Did Peter have any friends?
