When I was in the Navy, assigned to Norfolk, VA, a friend and I would drive up to his parent's home in Portland, Maine about one weekend a month if we could just for that feeling of being home. One time at his cousin's, they came back with 50-60 small lobsters, a godawful huge amount they were given by friends, and the Lobster Boil and eating contest were on. I could only eat two but my friend ate seven. Great experience but I couldn't tell you anything about how they were cooked other than in a super large pot and slowly brought up to boiling temperature. I heard no lobster screams.