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When the class got to Borndum Corporation they got out of the bus and did as the teacher instructed, which was to listen to when he instructed. Just then, a very nice and expensive looking car rolled up. All the kids were anxious to see who would come strolling out jet-black Rolls Royce. Maybe the owner of Borndum Corporation was inside.

Actually, as it happened, the owner of the Borndum Company was inside the very expensive car. But only the son of the owner was getting out at that moment. Before the son, Henry Borndum, got out of the car, he turned to his father, Raymond Borndum, and started to talk.

"Dad, I'm not going to get out here!" Henry exclaimed as if getting out in front of the entrance of the building was preposterous.

"What the hell are you talking about? The entrance is right there!" yelled Raymond in disbelief. "Why would you want to get out anywhere else?"

"My peers are there. I don't want them to see how incredibly rich and powerful my family is!"

"That makes no damn sense at all, Henry."

Henry thought about this and realized that his father was right.

"Okay, bye Dad."

"Bye"

Henry got out of the car and walked towards Matt. Henry was Matt's only friend. This was only because Matt could help Henry with his homework, but that was beside the point. They were friends, nonetheless.

"Hey Matt, did you get your Math homework done last night?" Henry inquired in a nice friendly manner.

"Sure did," Matt returned in an equally friendly manner as he walked forward to meet Henry.

"Good, because I didn't!" Henry seemed to let off a little tension.

"I see…"

Raymond came up behind his son. It looks like the owner of the company decided to get out of the car after all. Raymond was holding a backpack.

"Thought you might need this," Raymond said handing the backpack to his son. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is Matt" Henry introduced his father. "Matt, this is my father, Raymond."

"Glad to meet you, boy," Raymond greeted.

"Same here. I loved all your science fiction novels. I love how you're trying to bring your mutated animals to life!" Matt was excited to finally be meeting one of his favorite authors.

"You've read all my novels?" Raymond was surprised.

"Of course!"

"And you understood them?" Raymond inquired.

"Well, they are written in a third grade reading level. I did a report on When Good Animals go Mutated!"

"Ah yes, my very first published book. Brings back memories. You know, my son doesn't like my books very much."

Henry frowned then said, "I think we better get going. Bye Dad."

"You have the coolest father!" Matt exclaimed as he was walking away.

"Yeah… Cool…"

Once inside the gigantic building, the tour began. The particular tour that the school went on mainly consisted of mutated spiders.

The woman who was doing the tour was talking about all the different types of spiders they had. Matt knew all about spiders already, so he didn't give a damn. He spent his time more productively by concentrating on Sam's luscious beauty and stunning good looks and… Actually, good looks were all Sam had. She certainly didn't have much for brains.

"Next we have the black widow spider," the tour guide droned on. "The female black widow eats her mate when finished mating, hence the name…"

Matt quickly diverted his eyes and put them on the tank full of black widows. He already knew the fact the guide had just stated, but Matt found it a disturbing thing to hear while he was looking at Sam and thinking about mating with her.

As the class left the tank full of black widows Matt decided he would try to talk to the girl he had had a crush on since the first grade.

"Can I take your picture… for the school paper?" Matt asked a little uneasy.

"Sure," said Sam with a cute smile on her face. "Would you like one of me stripping?"

That slut! Although it would be nice, Matt thought to himself.

"Actually, just standing by that container of spiders would be great," Matt said. He had a tendency of never speaking his mind.

Sam posed in a sexy stance by the spider tank. "Try not to make me look ugly."

"Okay, I'll try." When Matt realized that this was the wrong thing to say, he quickly corrected himself by saying "I mean, that's impossible!"

Matt took a couple of photos, each one a bit more amusing and sexy than the last.

Sparky then called to Sam and she went to Sparky like an obedient dog going to its master. Matt was disheartened.

Finally they neared the end of the tour. The class came to the final tank of spiders.

"Here we have fifteen genetically altered spiders. We took DNA from all the spiders you saw previously and put the DNA from each spider into a single spider. We did this to fifteen different spiders to see if we could enhance the spider's abilities…"

"There's only fourteen."

As Sam corrected the tour guide's mistake, Matt's stomach growled.

"Excuse me? I think I know how many spiders there are!" the guide snapped then she walked over to the tank to count the spiders, a little unsure of her remark.

The class huddled around the tank of spiders and started counting. Everyone lost count several times and had to recount again and again.

Meanwhile, Matt's stomach wouldn't give up. It was howling for food.

"I so damn hungry," Matt moaned. Just then he felt something crawling on his hand.

SMACK!

Matt looked at his hand and noticed a much more flattened version of the eight-legged creatures he saw in the tank that everyone was counting next to.

Matt's stomach growled again.

"Dammit! I need some food now!"

Matt looked down at the top of his hand where the lifeless compacted spider lay.

"Can't be much wrong with it. I used to eat spiders as a kid all the time," Matt admitted to himself.

Truth be told, Matt still ate spiders. So Matt flung the spider into his mouth and swallowed it.

"There, that's better… I don't feel too good," Matt clutched his stomach.

Miraculously, the effects of the spider disappeared for the rest of the field trip and didn't return until Matt got back to his house.