To the Medium Lobster, Greetings -

I just can't help it....
Tinctures of madness cannot even begin to approach:
Ending Evil with the Power of Stupid

Before the power of the Medium Lobster, I am helpless - transcending Space and Time, what recourse have we, locked in material Space (e.g., my room, my sock drawer) and Time (e.g., the readings of my clock/wrist timepiece/nuclear tick-tock)? Nil, nil, nil!