“Gut instinct," Jeremy wheezed. "Your gut's been shot," Mike pointed out, but he looked uncertain.”

“Gut instinct," Jeremy wheezed. "Your gut's been shot," Mike pointed out, but he looked uncertain.”

“Hope you didn't bring any spiders into the van with you,' Simon put in. 'Hey, I'm thinking we could take you back outside and hose you down, just to make sure. You'd definitely smell better if we did, which, I mean, bonus.' Jeremy scraped both hands through his hair again, then beat them clean against his thighs. 'Believe me, Simon, if we had access to a garden hose, I'd be the first to turn it on myself. I feel foul.''Hate to break it to you, Archer, but that feeling is not lying to you,' Simon said with mild relish.”

“Gut instinct," Jeremy wheezed. "Your gut's been shot," Mike pointed out, but he looked uncertain.”