Bob and Spiney dreamed of the day they would emerge from the basement and live in a dream house. There were no arachnids wandering the high-ceilinged walls of their sweet-smelling dream house, and the only webs to snag them were world wide ones that were slow but harmless.

Until then, though, they toiled away on a single, lowly Macintosh, spinning webs for a distant tyrant named Neal. They battled for time on the computer.