"Fuck!" Well, he's up now. Indeed, Tarantulas basically vaults out of bed.

"What is wrong with you??" he demands, scuttling into the main room -- on the ceiling. "You think just because you have shitty parents, you have the right to be a shit to everyone else? Because I have news for you, bolthead: everyone is dealing with their own shit! You aren't *special!*"