Dan was lifted out of the pot and laid onto a wooden board. One of the chefs began preparing a silver platter, slicing vegetables and stirring sources which would soon accompany Dan into the main body of the resteraunt.
Dan's body was stuffed with cranberries and spices, and his shell soaked in some odd sauce which he couldn't quite put his finger on. Or rather his boiled claw.
Dan was still consious, and could move his stiff joints, although he'd been in the water so long that he found movement difficult. He knew that in a few hours he would lose awareness, and thus there seemed no point in trying to escape. "I may aswell serve my purpose. I suppose I've eaten so much food in my life, I may aswell find out what it feels like to be eaten", he thought to himself.
Of course, this was no consolation. The chefs put the final touches on him, and he was placed on the platter. A large silver dome was placed over him. "They've all finished the soup, you better bring the main course through."