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Survivor

Caviar

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I never had it before I came here.

Where did I get that glass jar? Curious...

I made them fancy, but they're still fish eggs.

One must indulge in the finer things from time to time.

Eat it with a clamshell or the flavor will be ruined.

I would have rathered the fish.

A meal fitting of my stature.

So fancy!

I took their life to sustain my own.

If I don't like it, it's going in the Pew-matic.

Ms. Wickerbottom

Differentiated from roe chiefly by the jar.

YON EGGS HATH THE SQUISHINESS

Fish eggs in a jar. Great.

Little eggs make Wolfgang feel like big, important man.

Whew, that's salty.

Snooty landlubb'rin' eats!

Glub Glub babies trapped?

I EXPECTED THEM TO WRIGGLE. DISAPPOINTING