Current Residence: a gritty, decaying, industrial midwestern city.
Shell of choice: Ninja-turtle
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Gerald and the Spider.After Gerald's mother passed away, her lawyer sat him down and gave him the bad news: his mother had not left the house to him per se: the exact wording of the will stated that the home would legally belong to whatever remaining creature lived in the house at the time of her death.Gerald and the Spider. by ~Magzdilla
"So who lived there?" Gerald asked.
"No one," said the lawyer sheepishly, "Just a spider in the corner of the kitchen ceiling."
Gerald stomped over to the house to investigate, and sure enough: a tiny jumping spider who'd spun an admittedly lovely, intricate web next to the kitchen window overlooking the azalea patch.
"Please don't evict me," pleaded the tiny jumping spider. "I've just laid eggs, you see. My children and I would have nowhere else to go."
Unsettled, Gerald replied: "Well, perhaps an arrangement could be reached. You don't have legal representation?"
The spider chuckled. "Most certainly not! But if it pleased you, you could live here with my children and I. We could keep the house