Dammit!
After all that, and it's black market organ theftage, and not a giant spider in sight.
And how come, in a temple of venemous bitey arachnids, does everyone feel the need to strip down to a flimsy strappy vest and shorts? Surely, a long sleeved top and jeans would prevent fangular injectory antics, whereas a ladies flimsy white top, freshly dampened by a fall into The Convenient Pool, clearly has some form of preventative measures built into it.
Presumably, all the nippy insects are so enamoured of the nip definition on the wet t-shirt, they Go Tharn and are rendered incapable of biting bare flesh.
Nypnosis - the new way to save yer skin...
