Spider: “Arrha! Make yourself useful and put on my favorite.” Arrha: [i]*puts a disc in the box-like human machine, grumbling to himself about preferring the moving-drawings of the flying fortress.*[/i] Spider: [i]*leans back in his chair, chuckling as he interlaces his fingers*[/i] “You know, this story reminds me of myself. Not that you would understand the...complexities of such an artistic masterpiece.” [i]*Ponyo starts playing*[/i]