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Heating Up

Things were heating up at the old Crab Shack that fateful night. Lead Chef and Oyster Extraordinaire Salvator De Leonardio Copolla was at the top of his game courting fair Princess Ophelia Manheart of Wales.

“Ophelia! Ophelia! How these palms wish to feed ya! Come on, let me buy a little meal for ya! I just wanna be wit cha! Can’t you see me in the pictcha! Oh Ophelia!”

Such courting continued for a quite some time. You get the picture. In the midst of all this chivalry, in a parallel story to this, a certain “Young Freeze” was getting his stroll on like a swoll troll in a storm scaled up to magnitudes beyond normal storm scales. At the time, Salvator, still courting mind you, transitioned his way from the crab pots to the oyster buckets.

“Ophelia! Ophelia! These oysters will feed ya! You’ll never grieve, ja? No hunger to deceive ya: just know that I need ya!”

THEN! Young Freeze walked through the door. A step in, he stops. sniff sniff

“Are those…oysters I smell?”

You can imagine what followed.

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