A reason I refuse to eat lobster is because, I feel bad for them. They're people too, y'know? At my local Red Lobster, the first thing you see is a small tank with lobsters in it. They always look like they want OUT, because the lucky lobster who's grabbed is gonne be the one to NOT gain freedom, but face death in the most horrid way possible: Pain from Hell.
So anyways, I go over and say hello to the poor things, they look at me like they're saying "Get us OUT OF HERE!". And just when you get to know one of them, the one who became your friend...oops, someone just ate 'im. Tragic, to say the least.
I guess that's what I get for being an animal lover.
