On the roof for business of his own, Tarantulas squawks in dismay as a teenager suddenly zooms by him, yelling and clutching at his face. "Oh, good heavens," he mutters, dropping down to the ground next to Rex and transforming.

"Here, hold still," he says gruffly, reaching for the teenager's arm. "We need to flush your eyes out, I have a bottle of water...eh, somewhere in here..." He digs through his backpack with two of his extra legs, trying to find it quickly before the teenager runs off again.