It was a dark and stormy night. You were walking home after giving blood to the local S.T.W.F. (Save The Whales Foundation). Suddenly, a peculiar looking man appeared out of nowhere and politely asked for the time. As you looked at your watch, the eerie stranger revealed a sharp set of fangs and moved in for the kill. Being as you received no cookie and juice after your recent bleeding, you were in rather a foul mood anyway and decided a skillfully applied pummelling was in order here.

This is yet another instance of the whales' hidden agenda to conquer the human race. How many warning signs must we be given before we see the light? Damn whales...