The Three Musketeers. The power trio. Cow Meat, Lobster Seafood, and Chicken Poultry. True pals. Cow, the "shy one." Lobster, the "leader." Chicken, the "clown."
It's not the usual Cow-Pig-Chicken arrangement, no, but somehow, these crazy kids make it work. Lobster seems to understand that he's the nontraditional one in the bunch, and it only makes him try harder. Those legs draped around his buddies' shoulders, gigantic claws resting on them casually. Hey, whatever it takes, he'll keep them all together long enough to persuade the greater D.C. metropolitan area to eat them and their relations. (And maybe try an order of "No msg Bacon Old World" while they're at it.) Surely, just thinking about them—their bond of friendship—makes an adoring public want to eat dead animals.
A mission like this is important. It gives life—life, death, whatever—a focus. A sense of direction. Meaning. And as they travel from the District to the suburbs and back, day after day, one special song plays, a soundtrack for their hours in the refrigerated truck:
Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure.
That's what friends are for.
In good times, in bad times
I'll be on your side forevermore—
Oh, that's what friends are for!
Of course, as we know by now, the bad times will be so very bad indeed.
(Thanks to Drs. Valent, KCinDC, and Karl for the referral.)