Drag had spent, like, a couple hours on this planet! He'd retrieved his bag, his hilt was firmly buried into the front end of his pants, and his hair was magnificent from the foreign soaps that he had [s]stolen[/s] bought. After all of this time, Drag had realized, he'd spent thousands of seconds on this planet, far too many. He'd grown bored of the planet, especially with a lack of any people wildly slapping their fists into each other, and hopped around until he happened to stumbled upon a nexus portal, and with how these things work, it wound up spitting him out on a spider web planet. He didn't really expect that, but Drag didn't mind, as long as it didn't kill him, or horribly maim him. Generally, any place that didn't have the word "Demon" would be fairly friendly. 

Good thing it was Daemon Web, instead of Demon. That would be horrible.