I have a slightly comical face, but pop my mouth open and a set of razor teeth will reveal how I cut up my food. I nip away or grab a good mouth full of flesh, then roll-spin untill the flesh shears away.
On a lighter note, I can survive out of water in between tides and can “walk” (wriggle my pecs) and shift around the rocks if need be.
I’ll be your favourite. I’m the best of the rest.