Lobsters F*cking in a Tent

I can't quite make out the male lobster's
dual genitalia in there, can you?

Folks, this one is just FYI. Some weirdo has set up a website that claims to be the home of a cult called "Lobsters F*cking in a Tent."

Sad to say, the intention of this site appears to be to lampoon in some bizarrely twisted way the novelist Dean Koontz. Being a writer as well (who gets routinely lampooned himself -- "Hey, it's the lobster guy!"), I hesitate to even link to such a thing. And yet . . .

. . . how can I resist? Because this is what it says:

"Lobsters and fun in a tent. (This is not a cult for everyone.) . . . You first have to acquire a tent. I personally prefer those big renaissance style ones in order to provide plenty of room. Next get yourself some lobsters, live or stuffed. I prefer stuffed mainly for safety purposes."

Ah, the internet. If you can shed any light on the connection between Dean Koontz and fornicating lobsters, by all means e-mail me. In the meantime, all apologies to Mr. Koontz.