[ He snorts a little at the compliment, scratching at the side of his head. ] I know, my think pan to seed flap tubing is rife with vocabularical prowess.

[ But there's a name in there that's catching his attention, and not in the way that it's supposed to. Quite frankly, he doesn't give a shit about any of this historical, ancestor-y nonsense and doesn't know a thing about the true meaning behind the name. But he still recognizes it very well, and his eyes widen a tick. ] Whoa. Hold the fuck on one second, you're telling me the spiderbitch was here?