Just roll up your sleeve and reach into that tank at Red Lobster and grab one of those rascals. Then, run out the front door with the hostess chasing you with a pen. What was she going to do?
“Stop, or I’ll click my ballpoint at you!”
“No! No! Anything but that!”
I looked into the Red Lobster tank one evening & noticed that one of the lobsters was busy trying to rub the rubber bands off of each claw by using the opposite claw. Just that one; the others just sat there breathing bubbles.
Should have ordered that lobster just for the brain food.