Obadiah P. Spider casually leaned on his cane as he watched the projections with his eight beady black eyes. When the fairy was done, he stood up straight and twirled the cane in his hand. “Y’all don’t have nothin’ to worry about, good ol’ Obadiah’s got this. I’ve beaten more whippersnappers with my trusty cane than I have held dollars in my hand, and I am a successful businessman. Just leave any of them to me, and I assure you, you will not be disappointed. Well, except them gun-wielders. Spiders are allergic to bullets, did y’all know? I learned that b-”

He fell silent when he caught sight of the magnificent giant spider woman. Such a beautiful set of long, armoured legs was truly worthy of praise. Already having forgotten what he was previously saying, he scurried over to her, causing his top hat to teeter on his head. “Good day, my lady!” he said, bowing before her extravagantly. “I had not expected to find a woman so fine as you around here. Please, allow me to protect you against these ruffians that will be invading us."