[Blake bends down and picks up the Gear in one hand, keeping a firm hold on the struggling lobster with the other. He holds it well out of pinching range as he looks down at the sand. It looks like there's words there, though he's stepped on some of them.]

Yeah, I just picked this thing up this morning. There was a whole bunch of them scuttling around. Figured I might as well grab one.

Huh, the little shrimp can write. Did you know they could do th-- hey! [He lifts the lobster and glares at it.] Who you calling a clod?