(Alexander reaches out his hand to grab for the paper.) (Black Widow: After my goods, are you? What a greedy little man you are!) (message: Alexander feels the sharp prick of the black widow's teeth, then a strange, burning sensation.) (Alexander keels over backwards...) (and falls down...) (...down...) (...dead on the ground.) (Black Widow: That's what you get for preferring that old scrap of paper to me!) (message: Why do you think they call her a WIDOW?)

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