I know people who dismiss eating things like crabs and sunflower seeds as too much work. “Oh no, I have to remove a shell or some sort of encasing. Why can’t everything be done for meeeeeeeee?” If those folks want to deny themselves tastiness just because they’re lazy or dainty or whatever, that’s on them. But I’d also like to imagine a world in which they’d be forced to eat a porcupine. The price of a meal would be getting sharp quills embedded in your face. You’d be thrilled about just having to remove shells after that.
KILL KILL KILL: Porcupine Better Be Tasty