[color=thistle]"Verpiss dich."[/color] Was all Dirk was able to say when he was met with the creature. Giant crab indeed. As his eyes came to rest on the bulking claw of the beast, his stomach churned, dinner no longer sitting well. He remembered the meal well -crab linguine. He mentally cursed himself over and over mentally for not thinking the monster would be a crab or similar crustacean. Truly the obvious conclusion given the data, Dirk had simply not made the connection. Dirk frowned in response to Carvalho's comment, almost reflexively muttering a response. [color=thistle]"You attack its weak point for massive damage..."[/color] Even as an almost hopeless feeling sunk in when faced with such a massive threat, his mind raced for a solution. 

	As he thought, Dirk pulled a notebook out from his bag and quickly began sketching the Fiddler from every angle he had gotten a glimpse of. He kept his eyes trained firmly on it, watching for the slightest ticks and twitches in it's movement. He began to speak out loud along with his train of thought, mumbling in an accent that steadily progressed deeper and deeper. [color=thistle]"Crabs, highly competitive. Crab mentality... no, no. We don't have another crab. Crabs... crabs walk sideways. Completely useless. Fiddler crabs use their claws to... what is it. Mating display? Okay, territorial burrowing crustacean. That means high aggression towards others, less aggression towards other organisms, hopefully?"[/color] Dirk thought aloud, asking himself more questions than he truly answered. [color=thistle]"No, no other crabs to direct aggression to. None that I know of... could there be a colony? F..."[/color] He muttered inconclusively. 

	Dirk frowned, consulting earlier pages of his notebook. He flipped through hundreds of pages of sticky-noted pages before frowning and putting the notebook away. He pulled out a different notebook from his bag, and flipped to an appropriately marked page. His eyes quickly scanned the scrawled handwriting, frequently flicking back up to look at the crab. [color=thistle]"Fiddler crabs... omnivorous... eats sediment, sifting it in it's mouth for the nutrients..."[/color] He muttered, reading over the brief notes. Unfortunately, he only had taken notes down on dietary behaviors for the many species he had detailed in these books. He pulled out his tablet, and quickly preformed a search through the scholarly databases downloaded to his tablet. [color=thistle]"Attracted to light, can't survive in freshwater, territorial, ritualistic, competitive. All very useful if WE HAD ANOTHER GODDAMNED CRAB."[/color] Dirk said angrily, pounding his fist on his knee. Beatrice, already agitated by the presence of the Fiddler, gave a distressed caw at this gesture, ruffling her feathers.

	[color=thistle]"Okay, don't overthink this. The crab has found meat in a vehicle before, he may be tempted to do it again. Could we load a vehicle with explosives for the crab to eat? Bypass the armor entirely that way."[/color] Dirk suggested to no one in particular, his accent slowly fading as he calmed himself. [color=thistle]"Or perhaps target the claw with whatever arms we have. Normal sized fiddler crabs have trouble keeping the big claw attached at the joint, the square-cube law can only make that harder for our not-so-little friend."[/color] To make up for his massive earlier blunder, as well as his general lack of preparedness, Dirk threw out whatever suggestions he could for the group.