“Not too bad for seconds, Hatfield, but also: not good enough. 3.3 seconds. You needed 10.”
“Eek, my spine,” he managed in-between groans.
“Next! Announce yourself first before mounting the Wild Whale.”
“Um, TV. Colored TV.”
“Do you, Mr. TV, understand the challenge facing you? The Wild Whale giveth, the Wild Whale taketh. All Hail the Wild White Whale.”
“All Hail the Wild White Whale,” everyone within earshot repeated, and even Hatfield managed a weak, out-of-breath, “All Hail… White Whale,” before his stretcher arrived.
“11.5, Colored,” proclaimed Baker Bloch. “Most excellent — 3rd best time yet. You can join the winners over in the The White Whale Lounge.”
“Thank you, sir (*eek*). Thank you (*groan*) kindly.”
“Hi Male Baker. Do you know my wings are called Dali.”
“Mount the whale, sir,” rushed Baker Bloch, knowing he already had a winning TV character and not desiring random chatter from this *inferior* product, then. “The Wild Whale giveth, the Wild Whale taketh. All Hail the Wild White Whale.”
“All Hail the Wild White Whale,” everyone within earshot repeated. It was over in 2.
Iggy later gave his broken tv head back to Grey Scale Kimball. “A lot of good it did for me,” making GSK nod in agreement.
“Let’s see how far it can roll into the sink.”