I believe I've mentioned that as a kid, I HATED lobster. So when confronted with a situation as pictured, I would panic.
No matter How hard I wished for a burger and a shake, none would appear. I couldn't very well sneak the beast to the dog, having an exoskeleton and all, I would then wish a seagull would swoop down and carry it away.
All to no avail. So I would poke at it, crack a few bones, spread it around the plate to make it look like I really went at it, and wait for the ice cream for dessert.
Now THAT was worth waiting for.
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