I ONCE PUT MY HAND INSIDE OF A ROBEROS. ITS BIO MACHINERY WAS WARM, ITS LUBRICANT LARVAE SWAM THROUGH MY FINGERS AS I FISHED FOR THE CONNECTIONS THAT WOULD CAUSE THE LIFE SPASM. ABRUPTLY, I FOUND THE COIL. I FIRMLY GRASPED IT, MY PALM COVERED IN SLICK GEL AS I PULLED. IT SEEMED STUCK AT FIRST, AS IF IT WAS COVERED IN SOME SORT OF ORGANIC PRIMORDIAL RUST BUT I YANKED HARDER AND IT GAVE WAY. AT ONCE THE LEGS BEGAN TO KICK, DUSTING UP THE PUNGENT SCENT OF PHEROMONES. ITS BOWELS RELEASED AND IT BEGAN TO GIVE BIRTH TO A SACK OF FRESH HATCHLINGS.