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Fuelled by a sudden, dangerous burst of confidence, Euphroy rinsed, threw on his best moth-eaten tank, and ventured into the blindingly bright "Outside." He was ready for the bright lights of stardom; he was not ready for the shrimp skewer cart.
He froze, staring at the pink, curled creatures like they were artifacts from a Martian colony. "What are these... armored sea-curls?" he whispered, his vocal confidence instantly replaced by sheer cultural bewilderment.
In Euphroy’s secluded world, "exotic" meant a brand of tea he didn’t recognize, not a legion of tiny, skewered crustaceans. He stood there, a legendary talent in the making, completely paralyzed by the sight of a $25 snack.















