Dang, that's generous of Mainiac, Queball!
When I was young, one of the places we lived was Vermont, and we went to Portland Maine just about every summer. I developed a great fondness for Maine lobster, and we used to go to the docks where the lobster guys would sell us lobster fresh caught right off the boat, and they would throw it into a pot of boiling water right there. We'd walk the beach enjoying the freshest lobster I've ever eaten.
It was a good deal too - 75 cents per lobster.