Ambrose loved lobster.
"How's
this one look to you, Mr. Ambrose?" said the waiter. "We'd be pleased
to boil him alive and then rip out the tender meat from his carcass for
you."
"No,
he looks a little small," replied Ambrose.
"How
about this one?" offered the waiter. "We could murder him and rip him
asunder as well."
"I
don't think so," said Ambrose.
"Well,
here's a juicy one I'd love to execute for your pleasure."
“Nah,” muttered
Ambrose.
Ambrose
loved lobster, but he could never make up his mind which one he wanted. By
the time he finally did, the lobster he chose had usually died of old age.
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I like lobster too, but it always did bother me that I was issuing a death warrant for a living creature, all so I might later say "you know, it was kind of chewy tonight." That lobster might have had a family and been a Democrat! Hell, he might even have been Jewish!
Well, no grisly crustacean deaths (we hope) in the stories by the other Friday Fictioneers which you can select by clicking here.
Hey, want to go out for lobster? You're paying, of course, but as per normal, I'll take on all the guilt.
I like lobster too, but it always did bother me that I was issuing a death warrant for a living creature, all so I might later say "you know, it was kind of chewy tonight." That lobster might have had a family and been a Democrat! Hell, he might even have been Jewish!
Well, no grisly crustacean deaths (we hope) in the stories by the other Friday Fictioneers which you can select by clicking here.
Hey, want to go out for lobster? You're paying, of course, but as per normal, I'll take on all the guilt.
