When you leave them alone in the cupboard with the moths, it's inevitable that they'll eventually start creating their own cultural mythology.
I love a good crisp morning in London.
Those hot stage lights are a serious liability when you've got such a low melting temperature.
Ugh, those porky cankles are unsightly.
I eat everything with my hands these days.
I can only type my name, I wonder how drunk I can get me?
Watch that drawbridge, you might spring a pudding leak.
The culture of body modifications has really taken off with the crustacean community looking for a little performance enhancement.