Where is Q, the spider hissed. Q is where?

His stench was all over the bug over there, but not Q himself. Beneath the smelly smoke, it reeked of Q. Q had been with it, or would be, or should be. What did it matter when? Not at all, not for Q. Never for Q.

d.a.m.n you Q, you d.a.m.n me, d.a.m.n Q, d.a.m.n me! He remembered it all now. Q was to blame, Q and all those other Q, parading their pompous, prejudiced, pitiless power throughout perpetuity. There were too many Q to count, far too many to be allowed to exist, but that could be remedied, given the chance. Hew the Q. Hew Q too. Rue, Q, rue! Your day is through!

The scent of Q set the spider salivating. Its avaricious arms sc.r.a.ped at the wall, greedy to grab, keen to consume. Where are you now, Q, my old Q. What have you been doing all this time? What has time done to you and to me and to we. Have you ever thought of me? You should have, yes, you should.

The time was coming. The voice had promised. Soon.

Q will pay. All the Q will pay. Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and Q and QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ...