Sure, deride Marm for being cautious around what appears to be a Black Widow the size of a goddamned hubcap walking down the street in broad fucking daylight. Black Widows are nocturnal, so this one clearly has rabies or something. Marm knows that, and he's saving your bony white ass from this thing. Why? Who knows.
So how 'bout you open a nice cold can of Shut The Hell Up when you get home and are done scraping the poo from your drawers there, He-Man?
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