"Have you really never been so angry that the consequences ceased to matter?" Tarantulas asks snidely. "I find that rather hard to believe."

He grows large enough to pick up the spectrometer and scuttles off with it, returning a few seconds later with a sheet and no spectrometer. "You owe me a new window, wretch," he grumbles, as he begins covering the gap with the sheet, sticking it to the wall with his own web. "I never agreed to let you wreck my house."