[9:03:58 PM] Locke: David lit his underwater cigar and looked up at the reefs. Letting out a puff of bubbles he looked back at the scene of the crime. It was the 5th time this month that some random smuck got hit by an anchor. “Joe, who ever keeps doing this is one sick crabfucker.”Joe looked up from where he knelt, wiping the remains of the victim from his mouth. - i don’t know how to finish this, but the joke is food chain
[9:04:29 PM] Skeleton Factory .01: Jesus Christ, Joe.
[9:04:34 PM] Skeleton Factory .01: You sick crabfucker.
[8:45:16 PM] Coffee: Here lemme try it
[8:50:58 PM] Coffee: “What is it, what is it?” She wouldn’t shut up. She wouldn’t shut up and Nikolai was on his last nerve. Usually he was more tolerant than this, more compassionate and caring, but the very monster his incompetent partner was babbling at had been the exact thing to snatch off one of his legs. Between the unbearable pain in his guts and the unbearable screeching in his ears—or what would account for ears for their proud mantis shrimp race—he couldn’t think. And if he couldn’t think he couldn’t get them out of this situation. “I told you we shouldn’t have followed.” He hissed, his voice strained and barely a whisper over the loud cry of the pale meaty hand that reached for them. “This thing killed Jerry, it picked up those kids and just ate them too! You know what it is, stop screaming, stop asking!” And yet she didn’t shut up, she couldn’t shut up, not when it was reaching for her too, not when Nikolai could do nothing to stop it as fingertips pinched and plucked and ripped her right from his side…”RACHEL!”