There once was a lowly lobster known only as Ok who spent all their time in the gossip-filled caverns of Serious Talk. They would, with conviction and misguided passion, rant in the name of memes as broken dreams made up the very fragile shell in which they found their existence. To nip at others gave them a wicked grin's worth of satisfaction, but to revel in how they were perceived gave them much-needed but only subconsciously sought-after attention. They would argue that despite their hours logged as an honorary member of the Department of Professional Complaint, they had a real life however drab it may have been for their eyes to seek alternative means of enjoyment in the delightful suffering of others whose skins were not quite as thick.

Diving too hard one day into such infested waters, the being behind the lobster or within its armor, one could say, cowering for life was hard to face, found they emerged from their hell in the bottom of a pot. Now they're dinner, but not the lobster.

Ok was no longer ok.