The spider crawled along the wall.

"Bloody little creepy crawly thing," muttered John Entwistle. "Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure." He picked a book up off the floor. He smashed it down, and relifted it. The crumpled spider was embedded in the ground, and shaped almost like a "B".

" 'Ey, maybe I'll name 'im Boris... Boris the spider. Boris the Spider!"

John, quite proud of himself, collected (or, at least attempted to collect) the semi-embedded remains of the little thing. He dumped it into a little glass jar, and stuck a lid on the jar. He labeled the lid "Boris". What a blast he would have with this!

He had to go record a few hours later, so he brought Boris with him.

When he walked into the studio, Pete jumped. "Wot the 'ell is that thing?"

"Wot thing?" John innocently replied.

"That... that... BUG!"

John replied calmly, " 'S Boris the Spider. 'E was previously embedded in the ground."

"Oh, it's Boris, why didn't you say - YOU NAMED IT BORIS? WOT THE 'ELL IS WRONG WIT' YOU?!?!"

John smirked. "Sod off, arse'ole."

Roger streamed in, a diva in his own right. He was too full of himself and his shoes to notice anything else.

Keith jumped down from his drums. "First a chicken, now a spider... wot next? A bleedin' turtle?"

"Well, Boris is ALREADY dead, so 's not like YOU can do anymore damage."

"No, I'll leave disectin' 'im to you."

"Wot's this?" Rog finally noticed. "A spider? Did I step on it with one of my SHOES?" He waved a silver-platformed-foot.

"Naw, I whacked 'im wif a book."

"Well," sniffed Roger, "He didn't touch the shoes, he's not worthy. Get 'im outta 'ere."

"I will not! 'S my spider, any'ow." "Well, keep 'im away from me SHOES."

Halfway through the session, John decided to have a bit of fun. Roger was busily singing, and when Roger sang, he didn't notice anything else. John dropped Boris on one of THE SHOES.

It took Roger all of five seconds to realize that something had happened to one of HIS SHOES. He screamed and pranced around, and John slyly said, "Oh! Would ya look at that. 'E must've escaped! Maybe 'e isn't dead after all. I'll 'ave to put 'im back. Bad Boris." He dropped the quite dead spider into its jar.

That is when Roger stormed out of the studio and was killed by an oncoming lorry.