Damien had not expected the cobwebs to be literally covering every inch of the classroom, nor had he been expecting to walk right through the silky, sticky, gross thread, and because he had not been prepared his mouth had been open.

HIS MOUTH. SPIDER SILK WAS IN HIS MOUTH ON HIS TONGUE, HIS CLEAN TONGUE. WHO DID THIS TO HIM??? WHAT GOD HAD HE OFFENDED??

He stood there with wide, panicked eyes, his long arms held out in front of him and his body covered and cursed the heavens. To the side, he spied Thornton, helpful, chill dude, he would save him, wouldn't he? "Dhorn. my mowth... my Mowth... Spiwer webs. Hep Meh, bwo." He said, trying his best to keep his mouth open and not swallow any of the silk.