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velesdonnersen) wrote2011-10-28 08:23 am
velesdonnersen) wrote2011-10-28 08:23 am
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Lobster. Wicked-Good.
[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.]
[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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Eh, mein freund, they have cheated us again. Unless you like foam costumes this is no feast.
I am desolate.
But, pardon, let me introduce myself: I am Tarvek Sturmvoraus, and these are my friends, Dr. Ilsa Higa, and Nall.
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done