Turns out that the man selling the lobsters was an undercover cop... He tried to bust me, so I did the only thing I could do... I picked up one of those lobsters... And I whacked his face off with it... And went on a killing spree in central Zimbabwe. I killed everything that walked, crawled or slithered. But my rowboat was destroyed by a bunch of rascist spear-throwing black people... I guess I'll have to find another way home...
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