Perturbed Octopus

I once took a four man boat to an island of Greece, where at the edge of the water sat a small restaurant.  The tables were perched outside while the wind whisper good conversation across the tops of your ears.  It was there that I watched the cooks beat a live octopus against a rock while I sipped on a shot of expresso with some friends.  The way the octopus looked at me each time they lifted him up was horrifying.  It was as if he was shocked I was drinking it black.

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