King Crab angles over to me and tries to butter me up with his beady eyes, but I knew what was coming.
"Here," he says, "put this bib on. You're gonna be my bisque tonight. I'm gonna fork you mercilessly."
I knew right then and there I was in a world of screaming hot
water.
Indeed, it was a veritable lobster pot with no place to hide, no place to scuttle. A cracker's world, with no
bottom in sight.