[5 had been browsing the library this particular afternoon, and was heading out just as Moriarty was on his way there. He doesn't pass by in time to spy any sort of transformation; what he does spy is a horrible hairy spider that is at least half his size. Understandably, he does what any self-respecting six-inch-tall sackdoll would do-- he screams bloody murder, almost tripping over himself as he stumbles backwards in panic.]
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N-no, agh--!! S-s-stay away!