You want him Big Jim? Probably some damned fine eating. Just say the word and I'll flash-freeze him and overnight him out in a package labeled "Gumbo-Stock". Don't that make your mouth water?
No, I'm good. I don't want to be the one responsible for somehow putting the spawn of Satan into East Texas lakes[X(]. You know how word gets around in a small town. I'll be on the front page of the paper and not in a good way[
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