“What? Comet 52P/Harrington–Abell is dead? Then I’m the King o’ the Comets!”
The whale leaped toward the fireplace, and with a single Mmmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrroooooouuuuuuuuououoooooooooooooooooooouuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooooooooooiiieeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiooooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuoooouuuououoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooiiieeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnuiiiooooooouuuueeeeinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnuuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooiiieeeuuuuuuuuuuuouuuuuuuuououoooooooooooooooooooouuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooooooooooiiieeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiooooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuoooouuuououooooooooooooooouuoooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnngggggggggg, he bounded up the chimney and was gone.
Never to be seen again.
