The lack of updates leaves only one possible outcome:
[At front door]
ApartmentGirl: "Great, you're here. Clarissa is in her bedroom."
Syringer (to self): "Sweet!"
[In bedroom]
Clarissa: "It's on the floor over there."
Syringer: "So there really is a spider? I still get some tail for coming all the way down here, right?"
Clarissa: "Just kill the spider and get out, freak."
[Syringer walks home dejected and so alone.]