All I wanted was a lazy Sunday, but now I have to kill you. It’s really a shame. I was beginning to actually like you and was kind of thinking of letting you live a little bit longer. I enjoy the company. It can be so lonely here sometimes.

But whenever I have a guest over, like you, its always nice to actually have someone to talk to. Someone who’ll actually sit and listen to me. Even if it means I have to force you.

Anyways that’s enough small talk. Let’s get this going. I really wish I didn’t have to do this so soon, but you’ve given me no other choice. You made the mistake of trying to escape and I can’t allow you to live after that. Plus you tired me out by having me chase you all over the place and having to wrap you up again.

Normally I’d much rather watch you die a slow death until I can eat you. But the thrill of hunting just made you more mouth watering. So now I simply can’t resist. What can I say, a Black Widow like me deserves to eat a good Sunday meal.