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.]

Comments

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

So far, liebchen, it is all nothing but games. Stupid, silly games.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Oh, that comment's going to come back and bite you, isn't it? ]

I'd almost say this week was written by a hack on a bender.

[ Then Ilsa is grabbed by another opportunistic giant monster. ]

Oh, now really!