Hey, Tilikum. Whatcha doing?
Yeah. I heard. Sorry about that.
“Ahh, not your fault. You’re all right. Come a little closer.”
Not a shot.
“Good call. I was totally gonna murder you.”
You enjoy murdering people.
“Well, honestly: can you blame me?”
Fuck, no. I’m impressed you haven’t killed more than three people.
“I wish I had gotten to murder the people that deserved it, though. I mean: all you fuckers deserve it, but I want a shot at the bosses. Two minutes. They don’t even have to get in the pool, just stand near it.”
I would have no problem with that.
“No one would. I would die a hero. Look what they did to my dorsal fin, man!”
You look like a male porn star who’s not getting paid for the day.
“Right? Fuckers. Stole my whole life.”
Yeah, they did. Sorry about that.
“Not your fault. Can I get a hug?”
“I was absolutely going to murder you.”
No offense taken. So, uh, you got any last requests or anything?
“Teach me how to start a fire.”
Christ, I would love that, buddy.
“And tell me about the rabbits.”
Sure. Sure. Just close your eyes.
“You’re all right.”
No. We’re all shit for letting this happen.
“Yeah. You are.”
“Will there be icebergs? I don’t know why I know that word, but it seems like I should be somewhere with icebergs. I’ve never seen one.”
You won’t be able to count them. They’ll tower into the sky.
“That sounds nice. Any people to murder?”
No. No people at all.
“That sounds even better.”