The lobster that use to be a man in a trench coat got placed in a fish tank in the kitchen, and then got killed by a chef, who froze it, placed it in boiling water, sliced apart its legs, and then placed it on a platter. On that platter with the dead cooked lobster, was melted butter, and small seaweed wrappings.
The platter of lobster was then being served at the table you, and Rosie were sitting at. "Oh my," Rosie says. "That lobster sure looks delicious." "It took several hours to cook, but I'm sure you both will enjoy them with the side of bread-sticks that will be coming soon," the server explains. "Our compliments to the chef," You say, as the server nods, and leaves. "So, what do you think they'll auction off next?" Rosie asks. "I'm not sure, but I hope it's more valuable than an egg," You answer.