Spike looked at the Professor, jaw slightly agape in disbelief. He had to write an acrostic? Did she know how long his surname was? He glanced across to Indy, wondering what she was scribbling down. She was so much better at words than he was. Gahhh. He wrote his name down the side, and then doodled round the edge of his parchment as he tried to work out what words to use. Spiders, brooms, snakes, random squiggles...they all appeared before the poem. Hmm...