Coconut Grove this town is wasted and alone.

Penn failed to notice he had been joined by another. His eyes remained trained on the crab. He leaned in to take a closer look, but saw nothing to suggest it was dead. He hesitated. The last time he'd gotten too near one of these fuckers, he'd gotten his face pinched pretty hard. He wasn't super keen on repeating the experience. His nose told him nothing, though, so he braced himself.

He crept forward on his belly and closed the two feet of distance between them. Cautiously, he reached as far forward as he dared, snuffling as he went. Frustrated, he finally sighed and gave the creature a prod. He touched it for only a second before he was lunging to all fours and darting away to safety. He didn't go too far, pausing once he'd skipped backwards a few feet before turning and taking another look.

It hadn't moved.

"Well, I'll be fucked--you are dead," Penn told it, exasperated, "You could've said something, bro. Now I look like a jack ass." He sighed heavily and plopped to his haunches, wondering what to do now that he'd lost his only friend.