She put her hand over his heart. Then he

She put her hand over his heart. Then he put his hand over her hand over his heart. Then she put her other hand over his hand over her hand over his heart. Then he put his other

hand over her other hand over his hand over her hand over his heart. She put her other OTHER hand over... "Jesus Christ," he said, staring blankly, "how many hands do you HAVE?"

"Well, you said you had one potato, I have eight." She pulls up all eight of her hands revealing 6 more from under her clothes. "Well, this is awkward..." he murmered.

"Come into my parlor. I'll make us some killer French fries," she said as he suddenly realized he was stuck, caught. "I...um..am I already in your 'parlor'?" he asked Spiderwoman.

Boy did the Hobgoblin know how to stick his foot in his mouth. Spiderwoman ignored his remark as she made a garlic mayo dip for the fries. The Hobgoblin finished his iced tea.

Spiderwoman surreptitiously slid several sticky silky strands into the aioli dip while Hobgoblin was staring into his glass of tea. " Rooibos?" She asked. "Huh?"

on sale for $7.99 a pound. Several hours later, Spidey House smelled of roasted hobgoblin. Spiderwoman blogged about it on the web and posted photos from the feast.

Her post went viral and suddenly there was an international market for hobgoblin bellies. All the short players lost billions when the price skyrocketed to 666 dollops an ounce.

Every year on Halloween Eve you can hear the hobgoblins haunting the butcher section of most grocery stores. "Give us back our bellies," they moan. It's not a good day to buy meat.