The year is 2086. Not much is left. A junkie rambles to himself in a pile of garbage, asking nobody in particular for a smoke.

He forgets himself for a moment and pulls out a tattered, somehow-stained-brown $5 note. He folds it in half, and giggles to himself.

The final cocksucking whale ever performed.

Look, what I’m trying to say is the cocksucking whale will live on in our hearts. And wallets. (This news hit me hard ok?)