The response from his end was quick;
[i]"I have a phone...?"
"Crud right, i have a phone..."
"Uh. I don't even remember the number honestly. and i don't really want to leave the room to get it, y'know the feeling an all. sorry."[/i]

He looked to his desk, thinking "I feel I'd miss it if i did..." Reaching around to his right patting along the top of a side-table searching for a wrinkled shirt sitting off to the side, snatching it and after a long, terrible attempt at putting it on he was successful, though it was on backwards... not that it was all that noticeable unless you really looked at him.

After achieving the most movement he's made in two hour he sits up quietly, going cross-eyed, watching as the tiny spider, who somehow managed to make it through the rumble with his shirt crawled down to the tip of his nose. "Sorry little one, I cant have you making more spiders. Send my apologies to Who ever watches this world for killing one of his creations. Though i really don't care all that much." he sighed snatching the tiny spider up from his nose, squishing it between his fingers and wiping what was left of it on his pants. "So fragile, is this thing called life..." he muttered.