I assumed that the whale didn’t appreciate the pun about a “dick move,” referring, I assume to Moby Dick.
That is, assuming the pun isn’t still referring to sperm, which, incidentally, gets talked about an awful lot in Moby Dick.
Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! All the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed the sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers’ hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. …
Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.
Would that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever!
