To make a budget, one must know how much one wishes to spend. Tarantulas's memory is good, but even Cybertronians know better than to rely solely on their own minds for sensitive data, and he does not wish to overextend his trust towards his new, mostly-organic brain. So, the print shop: he's here to window shop, and price-check the blank journals. One hopes they are of a decent quality.

Tarantulas himself is wearing his humanoid body, extra legs tucked decently under his coat. No covering up his six extra eyes, though; they survey the showroom calmly, as he decides where to start looking first.