Sheldon whimpers as he is roughly cleaned by some plump lady in the kitchen. Her hands rub into his young flesh, cleaning every crevice so that he will be clean for when some customer orders the crab special. The cook even slides a soapy finger into his anus and wiggles it around to make sure it is clean. This causes him to pop a boner, which the cook then washes down, making sure to get underneath the foreskin. His pincers are tied down with thick rubber bands, and his spiral shell has been removed, seriously limiting his strength. Most crabs like him become weak and vulnerable without their shells, and Sheldon is no exception. He is just one of several dozen crabs shipped in fresh today, and all of them are being treated in a similar manner.<br/><br/>Once the cook has finished cleaning him, she passes him to another cook who has a bowl of lemon juice ready. This cook begins rubbing lemon juice into his skin, and effortlessly batting away his claws as he tries to stop her. She massages those juices deep into his skin, massaging them into his very pores as she handles him like he's not even a living person. Without his shell, he can't even muster the strength to stop her, he is as helpless as a baby in the arms of it's mother. All he can do is protest as she continues going about her daily routine. Soon, Sheldon is soaked from head to toe in lemon juice, and the cook binds his arms and legs with thick rubber bands before placing him on a platter where he will remain until he is ordered, and then into the boiling pot he will go.