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[PencilHead]

and rolled a big ol' pot and crab-boil doob. I sparked the doob, passed it to the soon to be sedate crustacean. While he was distracted, I said, "Yo, King, what's up with the map on your claw? What's it lead to? He looked at me like I'd asked if gravity had been suspended for the day or something. Then he said, "Red Lobster, of course. It's retribution time, Holmes. I'm gonna blow the place to smithereens. Wanna piece of the action?" I really didn't want in since I didn't have a dog in that fight, but Red Lobster? Come on. All I could think about was...

 

[nvthis]

Kings giant claw on a Red Lobster platter, with drawn butter, a note book and plenty of beer. I needed to know what he was hiding. But for now, I needed to just play along. I looked up from my crab boil joint, while blowing smoke rings into the crabs face I said....