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When you get your dead whale, you’ll find it hard to move around.

You can try getting help from friends, or you can hire.
You can get a crane.
You can manipulate gravity fields.
You can use magic.
You can pray.

There must be fifty ways to heave your blubber.

The lady got back up, wiped the blood off her cheek, giving me a dirty look throughout.

I feigned interest in the brick, examining it while trying to avoid laughing.

I was surprised when I found an actual message on the projectile, in crayon:

“If you help her, you’re dead!”