“Now this is what I call going down the gurgler.” Baleen said.
“No! My Mum told me its not over ’til the fat lady sings.”
“Don’t you think I’m bigger than any fat lady. I am a hump of a woman and my voice, well, it’s lyrical. Music to some ears.”
“You’re having yourself on. Perhaps this is a nicer way to go. We can breach and slap all we want then poof. Better than a slow death in a hot ocean with no tucker.” Bluey blew, his water-spout spurting high.
“Oh no! I see a singing fat lady.”