Back in 1986, I acquired a job as a waitperson for a soon to be opening 'fancy' French cafe. I did not know then that there would be a lobster tank in the restaurant, or that I would be instructed to encourage patrons to pick one out for their lunch or dinner. Not that I did that, but I supposed to. It was one night of seeing a struggling lobster being dropped into a pot of boiling water almost every time I went in that kitchen to pick up food, that led to my decision to stop eating animals. I realize that the sound they make can't actually be screaming, but I believe it would be...if they [b]could[/b] scream.