Zombies didn’t faze Zeke in the slightest. Werewolves were no match for a well-aimed piece of silverware, and he had no qualms about using a bazooka on an overgrown infant. He had faced down chainsaw-wielding maniacs without batting an eye, seen his best gal pal turn into a walking purple monstrosity (while retaining her stylish red cap), and saved more cheerleaders from certain destruction than he could count. The giant subterranean worms were a bit of an inconvenience, but nothing to go crying home about. But this? This was just plain unfair. Violent, cringe-inducing, overpowered, and unsanitary too.

Fuckin’ spider.