They gotta watch out for the crabs...
Frylock: What the hell is that?
[a crab walks past Meatwad, who is immobile in the hallway, due to a large computer chip inside him]
Meatwad: Look, Frylock! Crabs! Can we keep 'em -
[a whole crowd of crabs run past him]
Meatwad: Boy, there's a lot of them!
Carl: Look, they're harmless. If they give ya trouble, hit 'em with the shampoo.