And the key scene, if such a film were ever to escape the wilds of your humble author's imagination, would probably go a little something like this:
| Hannibal: | And what did you see, Clarice? What did you see? |
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| Clarice: | Clams. The clams were screaming. |
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| Hannibal: | They were slaughtering the spring clams? |
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| Clarice: | And they were screaming. |
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| Hannibal: | And you ran away? |
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| Clarice: | No. First I tried to free them. I ... I opened the gate to their pen, but they wouldn't run. They just stood there, confused. They wouldn't run. |
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| Hannibal: | But you could and you did, didn't you? |
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| Clarice: | Yes. I took one clam, and I ran away as fast as I could. |
X-Entertainment's Matt, much to his subsequent detriment and continuing mental instability, has also known the wonder that is Clamato:
"Clamato may as well come with a warning label citing that you should only drink it if you equate the desire to drink carbonated clam extract as meeting the cruel side-effect of seriously wanting to die. I shudder to think of the poor test animals over at the Mott's Laboratories, forced to intake this stuff in it's concentrated form, presumably left for dead on the side of the freeway asking themselves why they couldn't have just had hot needles shoved up their asses like all the other guinea pigs."So, as you can imagine, Luke really appreciated the bottle that Meg and I gave him for his birthday. No, really.
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