Melvin the Miserable Mollusk
He's a clinically depressed clam. Happy as a WHAT, now?
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Melvin the Miserable Mollusk A small clam sits in a bucket of seawater in the other corner. The metal walls of the pail are tall, but if you listen close you can hear him mumbling to himself ..
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk A little sniffle could be heard from the bucket.
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk "Yes!" The voice was pinched, muffled. "Someone is here. Not that it matters. Not that anything matters."
A talking bucket? What was the world coming to?
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk did not know he was being spotted. As he was in a bucket of his own tears. Literally.
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk "Oh yeah?" The clam in the bucket shouted back -- not being able to see that his conversation partner had been snatched. "Well, what's it to you anyways! I'm allowed to be where I want, feel how I want! It's no business of yours .. "
In the bucket, Melvin flipped over, as though turning a cold shoulder. Though he didn't have shoulders.
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk "I am not hideous! I am quite comely for a clam! The ladies are all over my bivalves! You don't even know me!"
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk "Clams are not -- " Melvin poked himself out of the water so that he cold be fully heard. "That is unjust! How can you assume all clams are happy? What if I just happened to be a tragic poet with a taste for Romantic literature? Does that mean I have to be happy all the -- "
Now that was water was dumped into the sink, Melvin gave a sort of shriek and clattered about, avoiding the drain mostly and just hugging the side.
"What's this all about then?"
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk "COOK?" Melvin yelped. Without arms or legs or anything to move besides his mouth, it was a funny sight to watch the thing try and escape. "Noo!"
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk "Do NOT touch me! That is off-limits!" The little mollusk screamed. In an extraordinary gymnastic feat, he clanged around a bit and managed to catch the lip of the sink, pulling himself up with his incredible bivalve strength.
With those valves open slightly, Melvin attempted to waddle away.
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk "I don't this."
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk gave a high-pitched shriek that would have curdled milk as the dish enclosed him.
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk felt the bowl rattle at the sonic power coming from the new arrival. "wat."
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk basically waited patiently under the bowl. "Worst day."
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk "You're not much of a superhero."
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk All Melvin wanted was to live!
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk felt something chill down his spine. Was that the sound of .. a walrus?
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk shuddered under the bowl. "Save me!" He whispered to Dimitri in a bitter voice.
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk "Have .. mercy .. I have poems I must write .. songs I must sing .. "
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk sat in a metal pail in the other corner. He seems to be whimpering quietly.
Melvin the Miserable Mollusk was, it turned out, actually in a pail of his own tears.