lobster?

[traken_master]

[The Master is in his room. He used his TCE on one of the lobster things and is prodding it with the tip of a knife. It appears dead. The Master has his journal open and dictates to it.]

So, my fellow captives. The castle has decided to become infested with something that resembles a lobster. I've managed to shrink one with my tissue compression eliminator. I'm debating between dissecting this thing and simply boiling it for my dinner. Lobster is, after all, quite tasty.

Comments

[cheerupemoborg]

You would seriously consider eating it?

[traken_master]

Not really, though the idea of turning the tables on the little monsters is somewhat appealing.

[cheerupemoborg]

From the looks of them I doubt you could properly cook one, anyway. They seem to shrug off high temperatures too easily.

[traken_master]

[He chuckles.] So, I wasn't the only one who thought of that? I'm glad I decided to pursue dissection instead.

[cheerupemoborg]

There doesn't seem to be much to them, though. Little more than formless blobs.

Wouldn't hurt to look, I guess.

[traken_master]

Even formles blobs have some structure. It'll be interesting to see how they look on a cellular level.

[cheerupemoborg]

Yes...

[There's a loud THUNK! noise, quickly followed by another.]

...If the little bastards would hold still.

[traken_master]

Be reasonable, my dear Mr. Henshaw. It's not in their best interests to let us capture them.

[cheerupemoborg]

Obviously.

One can't help but wonder how they sense our presence, though. There odn't seem to be any visible eyes or ears.

...wouldn't that be a thing? Psychic lobsters.

[traken_master]

That would be rather disturbing, actually. I prefer my lobsters to be non-sentient, dull, and drenched in butter. Anyway, it could be other things. They might be able to feel vibrations caused by movement, for instance.

[cheerupemoborg]

True.

Odd, how they only bite and run. Self-defense, perhaps? Yet, it's as if they purposefully seek out people...

[traken_master]

Hm, it could be self-defense, yes. They may be defending their territory, too. It's hard to say. The unconcious people may be intended as food for later.

[cheerupemoborg]

All the more reason to dissect one, I guess.

[traken_master]

Indeed. Survival is a great motivator...that and curiosity.

[cheerupemoborg]

Paradisa is perfect for the curious... too bad it likes to make getting answers so very difficult.

[traken_master]

Oh, I enjoy a good challenge, my dear Mr. Henshaw! Much as I despised being trapped, I might be well suited to this place.

[cheerupemoborg]

Don't tell me you're one of those types who would opt to stay here, if given the choice.

[traken_master]

[The Master chuckles.]

No, definitley not. I'd much prefer going back to my own reality.

[cheerupemoborg]

I sometimes wonder if I want to go back to my own. Who knows what might be out there?

[traken_master]

Finding the answer to that question is one good reason to go back. This place does have it's little mysteries, but it's still rather confined.

[cheerupemoborg]

A bit too confined, if you ask for me.

[traken_master]

Quite so. Especially given how empty the rest of the world seems.

[cheerupemoborg]

Sad I'll never get to see what's beyond the Dead Zone.

[traken_master]

Oh? Why won't you?

[cheerupemoborg]

My loss prevents me from moving too far from the town and castle.