Don't fret, cobber. He wouldn't hurt a fly!
You're looking at your blue whale, mate. Isn't he a beauty?
He's...he's so big. And so loud!
He's talking to you, champ. Wants to know what a little tackle like yourself's doing out here on the Convergent?
What?
Where the cold water meets the warm. Big northern currents. Once you cross the Convergent, squirt, no gettin back.
But I gotta talk to the aliens!
The aliens?
The ones taking all the fish!
Struth! Who'd you think took out the whales?
The whales, too? Someone's gotta stop them.
Oh, yeah. And what's gonna be your approach?
If...if I could just talk to them.
Beauty! And when that crafty little trick pays off, you be sure to let me know.
He's saying you're a wanker. Go back to your own kind. Enjoy life while you can. [Begins flying away]
Well, sir, truth is...I don't really have a kind.
Crikey! Now that's unusual animal behavior. But I like it! [Flies away] Whoo!
