Crarthur Crabevolent

[Picture Crarthur on your shoulder whispering into your ear like those little devils on your shoulder] -🦀

*all the Johns and Arthurs

Crarthur swings from their lapel to the collar of their shirt, holding on with his(and Crohn’s) tiny claw, face to face with The Manager.

How? Why!! Everything in here is ginormous! And I was think oh surely this isn’t- it I was assuming it was all sized for humans- but no!! NO!! I’ve seen books, cups, beds, that are still larger than that, but oh. Apparently you only had the budget for a glass tank for smaller beings like myself did you?”

[hes fuming]

I get a drink and people fumble around for a container, I’ve had to sleep on old newspaper for goodness sakes- and I am all too aware of the fact that in this— this place. Most crustaceans you’d see apparently don’t talk or wear cloths. But that’s besides the point.

I need space that isn’t a cage, or a tank, or a pit.

So when you make this ‘gazebo or area or whatever.’ Listen to me! When you make this, I’d better see a spot where Crohn and I get the same treatment, same materials as everyone else.

“right. sorry.”

[Picture Crarthur on your shoulder whispering into your ear like those little devils on your shoulder] -🦀

*all the Johns and Arthurs

Crarthur swings from their lapel to the collar of their shirt, holding on with his(and Crohn’s) tiny claw, face to face with The Manager.

How? Why!! Everything in here is ginormous! And I was think oh surely this isn’t- it I was assuming it was all sized for humans- but no!! NO!! I’ve seen books, cups, beds, that are still larger than that, but oh. Apparently you only had the budget for a glass tank for smaller beings like myself did you?”

[hes fuming]

I get a drink and people fumble around for a container, I’ve had to sleep on old newspaper for goodness sakes- and I am all too aware of the fact that in this— this place. Most crustaceans you’d see apparently don’t talk or wear cloths. But that’s besides the point.

I need space that isn’t a cage, or a tank, or a pit.

So when you make this ‘gazebo or area or whatever.’ Listen to me! When you make this, I’d better see a spot where Crohn and I get the same treatment, same materials as everyone else.

[Picture Crarthur on your shoulder whispering into your ear like those little devils on your shoulder] -🦀

*all the Johns and Arthurs

Crarthur swings from their lapel to the collar of their shirt, holding on with his(and Crohn’s) tiny claw, face to face with The Manager.

[Picture Crarthur on your shoulder whispering into your ear like those little devils on your shoulder] -🦀

*all the Johns and Arthurs

[Picture Crarthur on your shoulder whispering into your ear like those little devils on your shoulder] -🦀

*all the Johns and Arthurs

[Picture Crarthur on your shoulder whispering into your ear like those little devils on your shoulder] -🦀

*all the Johns and Arthurs

[Picture Crarthur on your shoulder whispering into your ear like those little devils on your shoulder] -🦀

*all the Johns and Arthurs

Ooc

-🦀

*The Bartender blinked for a moment, then nodded. He gave Crathur a blood and sand that he carefully made in a shot glass and then went to get a book before stopping.*

“Sorry, I don’t think we have any books you size. Is it okay if the book is like—“

*he mimed the size of the average book.*

*Oliver went around and eventually came back with a decently small thriller.*

“Hm” … “You know what? the oyster is a good one. It was earlier on when I hadn’t gotten used to all this. Let’s see I was untangling myself from some netting, Crohn was trying to warn me about something but I didn’t listen, something about teeth and fins like mountains, then it hit me,”

Crarthur thought that was a his dimension specific thing

-🦀

*The Bartender blinked for a moment, then nodded. He gave Crathur a blood and sand that he carefully made in a shot glass and then went to get a book before stopping.*

“Sorry, I don’t think we have any books you size. Is it okay if the book is like—“

*he mimed the size of the average book.*

*Oliver went around and eventually came back with a decently small thriller.*

“Hm” … “You know what? the oyster is a good one. It was earlier on when I hadn’t gotten used to all this. Let’s see I was untangling myself from some netting, Crohn was trying to warn me about something but I didn’t listen, something about teeth and fins like mountains, then it hit me,”

-🦀

*The Bartender blinked for a moment, then nodded. He gave Crathur a blood and sand that he carefully made in a shot glass and then went to get a book before stopping.*

“Sorry, I don’t think we have any books you size. Is it okay if the book is like—“

*he mimed the size of the average book.*

*Oliver went around and eventually came back with a decently small thriller.*