"Well, hello there! As we speak, a tiny chaos goblin is busy creating the... ahem, what is it they call it here? A web...sight..? Well, alright. The creature is busy working without any sleep on this... web-sight."
A moment passes, and the being turns to the bush behind it.
"Arthur, are you sure this thing is called a web-sight? What has it to do with visual spiders? I don't-
Oh, SORRY! You're still here? My apologies. Well, since you have the time to linger, then perhaps you might also enjoy our Narrator's little garden. Press - "click"?! why is it called *click* Arthur?! Seriously you've got to stop making up - Ahem, sorry, CLICK here on this little black square thing and apparently some sort of magic will take you to her garden."
A faint hesitant whisper can be heard.
"The web will take them there?! Really, Arthur, this Earth language is giving me a real headache."