I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you

[crabulous]

WHO: Doctor Zoidberg & Doctor Strange
WHERE: A yogurt shop on Bleecker Street
WHEN: Monday mid-day
WARNINGS: Zoidberg eating...
SUMMARY: The Doctors Zoidberg and Strange eat yogurt!
FORMAT: Paragraphs forever

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[hoaryhosts]

The papers to have that blasted yogurt shop removed from the lower floors of his Sanctorum had come through at exactly midnight Monday morning. This was, of course, too early to really do anything about it. But by 10am, Stephen had called the real estate company to inform them that they no longer had the right to decide what manner of business leased the highly desirable ground level retail space available at 177 Bleecker Street. Rather, that he expected the current lessees to vacate by the end of the month, or he would take legal action. This was actually a quite the bluff as the only lawyer he knew even vaguely personally in this world was Matt Murdock, and somehow he didn't think whining to the man who definitely isn't Daredevil, no sir, about the unfortunate side effects of alternate dimensions and losing one's home would really help. Besides, Stephen realized he was being woefully childish and he didn't need the insult of a blind man telling him such.

By eleven, a representative from the company that used to own his home, had agreed (reluctantly) to meet with him to sign the few remaining papers. He didn't really have a choice. And by twelve, Stephen was sitting at a corner table in the very cookie-cutter establishment, trying to ignore the teenagers whispering about him behind the counter. (They should really be happy. He'd seen to it that even though they'd be losing these jobs, they'd be trading up. Tray would get the clerk position at the fashionable record shop down the street, and Clarisse would finally be getting that call from her agent about more modeling work. Stephen wasn't entirely heartless, he just wanted his house back.) He sunk back into his uncomfortable, plastic chair, trying to ignore the snippets of conversation and concentrate on his pomegranate-mochi-kiwi not-ice cream, when a rather odd pair walked in.

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[crabulous]

Zoidberg's mouth frills twisted delicately as he sampled the aromas in the air. He was so engrossed in tasting the fruity scents that he didn't even notice the gasps of horror from the teenagers at the counter, nor was he paying much attention to the fact that his beloved Bingo had wandered over to that weird Vincent Price looking fellow to sniff and inspect him. No, no, Zoidberg was too busy staring into the yogurt case, drool dripping from his lipless mouth.

"Hello!" He said finally, smiling at the clerks. "I noticed the advertisement in the window and I've come to sample your yogurts! Is there a particular flavor you'd recommend for a man with impeccable and highly developed taste buds? A fish-flavor, perhaps?"

He was met with Clarisse screaming and sprinting into the back. Tray on the other hand managed to stammer out that Zoidberg could have whatever he wanted before he too joined his terrified co-worker. Shrugging, Zoidberg scuttled behind the counter and served himself a big serving of banana-coconut-strawberry yogurt before leaving exact change for his order on the counter near the register and waddling over to find an open table.