There is, in fact, a frozen octopus in my freezer as I’m typing this.
Not everyone can say that, nor aspires to. But one just doesn’t wander into the store (and not just any store, either) and say, “You know, I probably need to stock up on octopus.” There has to be some history of this sort of thing, and of course in this case there is:
One of the first things that you learn as a Little Brother™ is that it is your duty to disgust and horrify your older siblings and their friends. And little sisters simply cannot do that as well as Little Brothers™ can.
Why? What’s one of the best ways to disgust anyone? The single best way I know is to be willing, no, eager, to put repulsive stuff into your mouth.
Which reminds me: I haven’t set anything out for dinner. Uh-oh.