My mom, an arachnophobe, had a pet jumping spider who lived on her desk at work.

I’d imagine that guy walking into his flat, dropping his keys on the table, digging out a seemingly empty bowling bag from the coat closet, and unpacking his day to the boa constrictor sleeping in there. “What another bloody day, Nigel. Another day-long meeting with the bobbies. No freedom no speech I tell ya.”

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