I'll elaborate on my lobstercide for the purpose of prosperity. A few years back on a camping trip we rustled a pot somewhere in wales while out drunk on a mates boat, it had a baby in which we set free but we took the adult lobster and a nice big crab home to cook.
Being the chef and a heartless killer I took responsibilty for the prep.
I stuck the lobster in some ice to stun it while I prepared to dispatch it with my spanish hunting knife later.
By the time it was time, I was pretty wankered, it was dark and I was commiting the act in the back of a VW sprinter van by torch. I positioned the knife at the back of the head for a clean and painless kill but missed and the entire lobster spasmed in the a way the signified my aim of it being painless had failed miserably.
Soz.