Somewhere in one of LA's retail districts, a store keeper is having one of the most stressful customers of their life.
Mostly because said character seems a four foot tall crab who can speak more English than anybody ever needed to hear, while also using their four separate grasping appendages to fondle everything in sight.
"Oh my god," the crab enthuses in their sort of strange, nasally voice. "Earth stuff is so cool. How did you guys even make this shit? Wow."
The shop keeper is so far mostly just keeping their distance.
CHAS CRABMAN | 50 FATHOMS/OC | LOS ANGELES RETAIL SHOPS
Mostly because said character seems a four foot tall crab who can speak more English than anybody ever needed to hear, while also using their four separate grasping appendages to fondle everything in sight.
"Oh my god," the crab enthuses in their sort of strange, nasally voice. "Earth stuff is so cool. How did you guys even make this shit? Wow."
The shop keeper is so far mostly just keeping their distance.
"Sir? Uh...sir...please don't...never mind."