Seriously Claude. Keep them out of my room. Or I will kill them.
Okay, so let me explain this craziness. Well, you see, it all started when I was totes about to re-watch Kuroshitsuji II, looked down at my feet and saw a spider as big as my thumb. I spazzed, and smashed it with my lotion bottle.
Then I looked up and saw my Claude poster and he was like staring daggers at me and I was like "Claude would not approve" and felt sorry for the icky soulless creature (the spider, not the demon). Then I totally had to write something about this because this would more than likely what would happen if I had a contract with him.
Other than sex. Lots and lots of sex. But that's another lemon for another time.
Seriously though. Me before Claude Faustus: HOLY SHIZZNIPPLES IT'S A SPIDER KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!
(even if it's outside)
After Claude FAUWSTUSSS //bricked//: Well, I won't kill it, because it's outside. If it's inside I will kill it. Then feel bad about it later.