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Lobster Ice Cream. There was a day where it left. Now the lobsters live under the shack between the states Virginia and North Carolina. They were cooped up down under the ice cream parlor that the old man owned. The sunny July day was enough to fry an egg on the hood of a car parked out of the parking lot while the family played on the sandy beach. It was a popular day on the beach, as school was out and it was an amazing day. The old ice cream man thought of a good idea. He opened the floorboard, seeing the lobsters living there. The man turned on the stove and fetched a pot of salt water and started a deplorable act. One by one, the lobsters were thrown in the pot, with the lobsters putting out a high pitched noise. As the law was ignored for a few extra dollars, the lobsters were in the worst pain imaginable, The air being released from the boiling crustaceans, the man was making the ice cream while whistling an old sea tune. The lobsters were scared, as the friends and family were being slaughtered by the boiling hot water. The lobsters were terrified, as no one loves to hear their buddies get slaughtered by an old sea dog. One by one, they all died, just for some lobster ice cream.