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

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[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa has been more annoyed than culinarily-inspired by the crab-monster that tried to carry her off on her way to work. ]

This one has a zipper! I'm not sure I want to eat this!

[ It blows up real good when Ilsa sets fire to it. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[What-say-what?!?!?!]

Zipper? Zipper!?

[Races on over, scowling, to stand beside Ilsa, looking at the smoking corpse.]

Verdammt. Blue lighting! That's not a proper crab, Ilsa. That's not even a proper Spark crab! That's....that's....that's an *atrocity.* an insult to mad science!

Bah. It's even an insult to bad film-making.

[He scoots forward, and prods the remains.]

I wonder... is there a person in there?

[ooeeooahah]

I didn't sense one...

[ Ilsa frowns. ]

... not even at the level that the drones have.

[velesdonnersen]

[Swears, almost cheerfully, in Romanian. After all, this is pure Mayfield: so stoooooopid. Fake monsters with zippers but no operators

[catslooklikeme]

[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]

[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]

...

[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.

[sellchelles]

[ for once, mayfield does something that is relevant to her interests. ]

A Giant Seafood Party?

Count me in. Those monsters are goin' down. I don't exactly know how just yet, but trust me, they will…!

[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek, still busy with the strange, non-edible seafood, notes the new friend who has joined them.]

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.

1/?

[sellchelles]

What?

2/?

[sellchelles]

You're kidding, right?