"Web Lords could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this plane before. There could be Web Lords anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE WEB LORDS" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of minorities after dark. "With a Giant Spider, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.