Appetite For Destruction

And it came to pass that for a long time, the Crustacean Death Goddess walked the earth as a mortal...she forgot her undersea kingdom, and the ocean's depths closed over her thoughts, so that she no longer knew her immortal being...then it was that she met her love and his brother and they said unto the distraught nutter, 'Hail to thee Bootesse! we know thee better than thou dost know thyself, and we shall bring thee to a place of recollection, where thou shalt be shown once more thy true and high destiny,' and they took her to dear old Notting Hill where, upon her altar, were laid the offerings of the faithful, lobsters and crab claws, langoustines and mussels...reverent priests brought her metal gougers with which to accept her offerings, and she smacked and cracked those little suckers into oblivion.

The orgy of destruction was washed forth on a tide of excellent white wine, the night flew away in pleasure, and when the morning came, she was her old self.

And everything is all right now.