Hey, crab.

“Heeeeey, man.”

Soup?

“I’m Soup’s cousin, man.”

What’s your name?

“Bisque, man.”

Makes sense. Wait. How are you Soup’s cousin?

“He’s adopted. Don’t tell him, man.”

I won’t. Why are you living in a skull?

“Got thrown out of the mason jar I was staying in, man. Then there was a thermos. Had a sweet setup in a head gasket from a Pontiac, but the skull is just tits, man.”

Girl crabs like it?

“Crabs don’t work that way. I’m protected from predators, man.”

Good deal. So what’s next?

“Summer Tour starts pretty soon, so I’ll hook up with Soup and we’ll hit the highway, man.”

You should stay in the skull for tour.

“Duh, man.”