I love this magnificent animal called Moby Dick. It's a white whale weighing 25 tons, which falling from 100m flat on surface of water is making just few gentle ripples. Simply astonishing.
I was wondering why would I kill all those harmless arachnid creatures, which run away from me. Am I the bad guy? But wait, do spiders make golden coins? No. Then coins were stolen. Having a reason I can splat them with my Stick of Truth and fight for justice in this country, where apparently all chickens were cooked in deep oil. Alas, even when peace will be restored it'll be a sad land where you have to eat rats and blue slimes.