I am surrounded by alien robots!

Spider lady

The last I recall is making a R2-D2 kind of robot, just for Megatron to temporary inhabit,and beep a lot.My eyes open seeing nothing but a gray surface ahead.Megatron's voice is lingering outside sounding muffled, ugly, so just the usual. Except for the muffled part; Megatron did not always sound this way when I woke up.

"This cocoon is horrible." Megatron complains. "I should have known to bother you into making a knife built for spider housing breaking." I can hear his large feet making sounds on delicate thread reacting to his ghostly presence. "But what did I consistently bother you about?" Megatron raises his voice. "To make a moving metal humanoid!" There is a lot of discipline in his deep heavy dramatic flared voice. "Yet under some flawed thoughts of your squish brain, you made a beeping trashcan capable of sliding!"

"S...Spider...housing...breaking?" I  ask, sounding and feeling tired.

I feel a soft sticky surface.

"Oh good, you're finally awake." Megatron said.

"Mr Meg, my...my machine is on fire?" I ask. "I didn't think the day would come where a ghost starts sounding cray cray."

"I didn't say none of that." Megatron denies. "Tear yourself out of the thick housing."

I tiredly tore away the fabric until I could see this is a spider place.I could see Megatron right ahead tapping his ugly foot to the floor not making a slight indent into it, since everyone knows at this point, as he is dead.I look at Megatron feeling loopy, kind of like someone had put a knock out packet into my drink, tilting my head against my right wrist taking a yawn.

"Now, fall." Megatron instructs me.

I gazely look at him.

"Is gazely a word?" I ask.

Megatron is baffled at first.

"Gazely is something I have never heard of." Megatron said.

"So, no?" I ask.

"I thought that gazely was used to describe magic balls." Megatron said.

"The word is based on gaze." I said, and then fell right out.

Megatron looks down towards me.

"Wake up, sleepy head." Megatron said. "We are in Blackarachnia's spider nest."

I bolted up and then landed back on the string feeling something hard had attached itself to me.

"What the hell?" I said.

"Spider thread." Megatron said. "The stickiest thread in the known universe."

I glare up towards Megatron.

"Mr Meg, explain how I get out of this." I said, in the most sincere voice.

Megatron laughs folding his arms.

"I don't need to explain." Megatron said.  "You're a genius, figure it out."

"I am not a genius." I protest, being wide awake.

"Keep denying." Megatron said as I grabbed my hands into the sticky thread feeling anger boiling up in my body.I can fell excess heat coming from my face.My fingers wrapped around the slippery sticky thread balling it up and twisting it from side to side. It feels like grabbing a handful of sticky grass from the ground except less wet."Your brother is well aware of your IQ being one hundred twent--" I throw a spider web towards Megatron but lets say the ball passed through him. "Remember child,I am a ghost."

I had freed my back of the sticky thread through some crazy way.

"Say my IQ is more than one hundred, more time." I said, shaking my index finger.