Live prawns, anyone?

Imagine my horror when I realised tonight's dinner included steamboat-ing live prawns. Yes, you read it right. We had to dangle the poor struggling prawns above the steaming pot of soup...and drop them inside! Worse still, they are still seen to be struggling in pain inside. Some defiant prawns thought that they could escape death by jumping out of the soup, but to no avail. All they left behind was a tiny splash, a testimony of their insignificant existence on earth. I shudder at the thought of the scarred souls of little children at the restaurant witnessing the adults doing such acts of crime.

I really hope the prawns don't attack me in my sleep tonight. At least, I ended up eating none of the prawns. Rest in peace prawns...in my friends' stomachs.