“Listen up, shell-head! This is my private beach and it ain’t big enough for the both of us! So just scuttle your butt outta here or I’ll be back with some lemon and drawn butter!”
Dog’s about to get an unexpected tongue piercing, John B.
“Our team can’t be beat! / We’re best in all the nation! / Get ready for defeat / From butt-kicking crustaceans! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay team!”
Hey, you want to survive in the crime business, you gotta watch your back. Like the other night, some of my boys take me out for dinner, all friendly-like. But when I see the butter sauce on the table, I know there’s gonna be trouble. So I grab a knife and cut outta there, man. Ain’t nobody gonna crack this crab, you know?
Never mind, Murray C., we’ll order the Mobster Lobster.