"I'm crabby fine!" He said, laying down on his back. "OW!" He picked up his arm and their was the crab hanging on his sleeve. "He seem to have a thing for me," he said. He undid the crab. "Now, go on and fine mister lobster."
"It heal," he said. "Makes you wonder," he eyed a cloud. "That cloud looks like a man leaping up for joy. So, what ya think of this island? It can't pleasure island. Or Fantasy Island because we would had a plane and a little man yelling, Da plane! Da plane! Boss!"