Kabal...

We're arachnids.

If you're going to insult us, we whom are desert dwelling, adapted to
lack of hydration, and an odd relative of both spider, scorpion, and
human, at least be somewhat correct in your choice of biological vermin
to infer that we are akin to. There are quite a few arachnid whom
disgust me nearly as much as a fully grown man who plays with dolls.

On another note. I am quite certain of my direction, thank you. I am
guided by the hope that one day I will not be needed, and that extremist
ideals and murderous actions will not be required to keep the peace and
safety within the hallowed walls of Antioch.

Neko Savann, Not a Cockroach

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Tenebrae, in the year 426 AD.