No, there are no memories of shrimp in a proper world without shrimp. In a world without the very concept of shrimp, you can't remember it. Otherwise it's just a world where there isn't shrimp anymore.

bon, that's a weird thing for a cop to make up. That's not where I would have guessed the source of the story. Seems very high risk and really easy to get busted. Journalist, I'd have thought, or even criminals.

You could have a myth of shrimp in a world without shimp.

People would think -t was like one of those alien abductees.

I wouldn't have thought that fat-stealing story would get weirder, but it has. How very strange. Top organized crime investigators just, apparently, making things up.

I don't think I'd go around talking about shrimp. I'd just be sad and wistful and unable to explain why. Maybe that would be better, to sing the praises of the delicious imaginary crustacean, but as an alien to their universe I would be afraid of drawing attention, I think.

There is a world without dragons where there are no paintings of dragons or stories of dragons or dreams of dragons. It is not this one. This is a world without real dragons.

Komodo don't count.

In that case, if I did go to the universe without shrimp, I would never know.

Maybe, CJD?

Unfortunately that makes me think of Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease.

Er, that's probably just me.

Not anymore.

Heather Locklear's lipwork has messed up the way she talks. I wonder if that bothers her.

Oh sorry. Should I whitefont that one?

Bob lives in such a world. He became allergic as an adult. I keep telling him that shrimp just is not that good anymore -- sometime when shrimp got cheap it got chewy and tasteless.

If I didn't look so much like my sisters, I'd SWEAR I was adopted.

I don't look much like my family. There's no chance I was adopted, but I'm still holding out for switched at birth.