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Does the lobster remember ... when he was tricked into a metal trap, rudely yanked out of his homeland into the open air, had his marvelous claws bound shut, thrown into a hold for days upon days with nothing but other lobsters, transferred to trucks, and finally thrown into a tank a 100,000th of the size of his previous domain, where people could stare at him deciding whether to eat him?
The boilpot would be the easy way out, at that point.
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