I asked our Captain, “Why follow you yonder diesel whale, arrgh?” and he responced and essayed to explain, “Thaat diesel whaale you arrgh of, thaat is none other than the Celestial Diesel Whaale of the Flower and the Pot, who fell to this here faair Earth from the Skies aabove, materiaalizing when the High Improbaability of the Son was made maanifest.” And thereupon I was silent, for I could not quite ken the complex interstice of reality that bound together Son and Whale … and e’en less could I ken, how thus following Bloodmonkey who followed the Whale would bring me and us and the whole merry band upon the Jolly Fat Man, like Sheep upon the Wolves (only sheep armed with guns, while the wolves packed toothpicks).
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5 Comments
Seems like an angry diesel whale to me!
It’s definitely not pro-whaling.
Worry not, for the beast will run out of diesel in a decade or so.
Did anyone mention whales?
Why yes, we did. :D
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