"Mom, I don't want to be here."
"Oh for god's sake, Clive. Nobody cares that your father was a lobster. Nobody's going to stare, so stand up straight and stop being so dramatic and say hello to your cousin!"
"Hey, what are those things on your head? They're weird lookin'."

Poor Clive is all too aware of the disadvantages of being a unique hybrid. Being a meerkat with antennae, lobster claws and a lobster tail is bound to draw unwanted attention. Just don't mention drawn butter.
The lumps at his side are a second pair of arms, they usually follow the movements of his primary arms, so Clive keeps them taped down under his shirt. Sometimes they end up twitching involuntarily, which ends up scaring the hell out of whoever's looking at him.