Lobster. Wicked-Good.

[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek has not had Maine Lobster, but by GOD the boy has had Parisian homard, and he knows dinner when it comes creeping through town.  Giant crabs, giant lobsters... he even thinks he sees a few giant clams. (Clams got legs!) Seeing them, he knows just what to do.]

[He immediately starts putting together the Giant Lobster Pot, gets out the self-adapted Elephant Gun, and then gets on the phone.]

OPEN CALL TO ANYONE: CLAM BAKE

Ilsa! Stoke up the backyard grill and start melting butter!  Nall, wanna help me with a bit of seafood hunting?  Everyone else, the thing to do with Giant Seafood is have a Giant Seafood Party.

NOM!

[He goes out to hunt him some verdammt lobster and super-giant-irradiated King Crab.]

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[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

[It's times like this when Nall recognizes just how good a friend you are, Tarvek. Monster invasion = SEAFOOD. You're a man after Nall's heart.]

Heck yea! Watch out, monsters, I've got an awesome set of equipment, a lightning spell and an empty stomach!

...hey, these things have zippers. What the heck?!

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

[Gives a fierce, friendly grin to his friend.]

It is verdammt Mayfield, messing about, Nall. There are not even people inside to drive the creatures, that is how stoooopid this is.

This is... some kind of game. A silly, silly game.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...

[Those... jerks. Cheating Nall and his friends of a seafood buffet. This inspires a sort of rage in Nall that just has to be vented. He points at a group of monsters.]

White Dragon Lightning.

[Insert aura flash, shiny destructive lightning bolts and Nall POUTING like a small child.]

Jerks.