[He follows after, that permenant scowl affixed to his face (but that's because of the scarring more than anything, as he is capable of being a very fun kind of guy).]
[What he hears next isn't the hiss of a creeper, but briefly he worries that it is- a blue spider descends from the ceiling on a thread, hissing.]
Shit, those are the poisonous ones- [He aims up and blows off one of its legs.]
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[What he hears next isn't the hiss of a creeper, but briefly he worries that it is- a blue spider descends from the ceiling on a thread, hissing.]
Shit, those are the poisonous ones- [He aims up and blows off one of its legs.]