The Magical Tale of Skrillerx, the Skriller Whale

Once upon a time, in a land far, far, away that was much wetter than our own, lived a young whale. He was similar to the other whales in that all whales pretty much look alike. But he was no ordinary whale! He was SKRILLERX! While the other whales his age ate seals and talked about doin' it with lady whales, Skrillerx ate skrill and jammed out on his aquatic keyboard. The other whales did not understand why Skrillerx was strange and why he did not like the things they liked, and so they shunned him in their whale fashion, which is to say they whale honked at frequencies Skrillerx did not understand. Skrillerx grew lonely and sad, and he grew his whale hair into a weird half-dreadlocked, half--buzzcut ordeal. Every day after skrool, he came home and cried whale tears that were big and salty like the ocean he swam in (this is why whales are so super good at hiding their pain). 

One day Skrillerx was tapping out a weepy tune on his aquatic keyboard when he heard a strange noise. It was low and rumbling, and did not contain any grating high-pitched noises (the kind of noises he would put into his music, if he were ever to release a hot aquatic club jam).  What could the noise be? Skrillerx opened the door with his wee little fin and ... GASPED! It was former ocean secretary of state Henry Skrissingerx!

"Skrillerx! Do you know who I am?" boomed the dignitary.
"Why yes, Henry. Why, every young whale learns about you in skristory class!"
"How sad. For I am not a relic of the past, I am a beacon of... THE FUTURE!" With that, Henry spread his fins out as wide as they could go and allowed the gravity of his low voice to shake Skrillerx's tiny room. "And I'm here because the future needs you."

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