He had a fetish for a sort of crawfish or prawn. Together we kept them on the table in front of us. We put chopsticks in thier pinchers. It looked like they where trying to attack us. I think they may have felt threatened. After the laughter stopped he began to bend the seafood into awkward positions and letting them spring back to form. This ended with the systematic dissmanteling. Each leg was removed and placed in my hand. Then the still moving abdomen was tossed on the ground and stepped on. Being a boy once myself, I saw this all coming but did nothing to stop it. I didnt really care all that much. Is this the nature of things? The big ones eat the little ones? If they make us happy or make us money we give them life?