Cocktapus

"It's a gorgeous specimen, isn't it, Frank?" June spoke brightly, taking off her glasses and undoing her bun with a toss. Combined with the lab coat, she was certain that her boss would appreciate the obvious attention to detail that she'd taken on this, her most recent achievement.

"I still... those don't look like tentacles." Frank argued, his heavy black framed glasses on his face, as he pushed in closer to the creature that floated in the murky fluid.

"You have to start somewhere. But I've proven it! I can do it!" June pulled the lab coat to the side, exposing the corset underneath and trying desperately to get the attention of Frank Goldschmuck III off of her admittedly imperfect proof of concept and back on her heaving chest.

"I don't know June," The nervous young man pulled on his bow tie and squinted again into the tank. "You told me that this would solve hundreds of domestic arguments."

"And it WILL, Frank... it will... just needs a little more adjustment. Picture it. You sit down to Thanksgiving, and no longer have to worry about your uncle demanding the drumstick. No longer will your little cousin pout and whine without her turkey leg." June pushed the lab coat to the side again, and stepped forward a bit, showing off the expanse of her own leg. It still didn't seem to have the desired effect, as her boss continued to look into the tank quizzically.

"Those really don't look like turkey legs either..." Frank pulled his glasses off and wiped them with a small cloth he pulled from his shirt. "If I didn't know better..."

"Perhaps you'd like to see how they taste, Frank... They taste amazing." June gestured to a plate she had laid out on a nearby lab table, complete with place setting and dish cover. She stepped to it brightly, leaning over the checkered table cloth and revealing the plate beneath with a flourish. Beneath sat a breaded and succulent piece of what looked exactly like chicken.

"It smells good, but June, you have to admit the customers won't like what they're eating if it looks like... THAT." Frank pulled at his tie again, looking at the floating creature. "Wait... you've already made more of them?"

"Try a bite Frank..." June smiled, running her hand down her chest. "This is the greatest creation in SaFeCRawL's history. I think it's right that you get a taste of the first fruits."