In the wilderness, private detective Da Boyins was sprinting like mad.
The tails of his tuxedo had been mostly torn off, and his top hat was being chewed in the mouth of the Straw Moth Lady.
The Straw Moth Lady found the hat's taste not to her liking. After chewing a few bites, she tossed it to the roadside.
She spat out a mouthful of insect silk, binding Da Boyins's feet, and moved in close, saying, "Be my man, I'll take good care of you."
"Madam, I might not be the type you fancy." Da Boyins's body swelled rapidly, transforming into a massive spider.
He struggled free of the insect silk and spat out a mouthful of spider silk, hanging himself from a tree.
The Straw Moth Lady was quite delighted. "I just love men like you. I love the way you produce silk."
Da Boyins gazed at the Straw Moth Lady with his eight eyes. "Although I don't know what you've been through, Madam, I have my own wife."
