Hey there! Team Crustacean! called Le Bon David. Come over here!
You come over here! shouted Ageless. Arrogant philosophers!
Oh, I say! said Le Bon David. Touchy! Never mind.
I'll go said Sweezus. They'll be feeling let down.
He walked over to where Team Crustacean were standing in the jelly green water, staring out to sea as Starpuss gently floated towards the horizon.
Hi guys, said Sweezus. Bad luck about your crash. You were going so well.
Piss off! said Decca. It was all your fault.
No it wasn't, said Karko, it was that other bastard who kicked the box-on-wheels.
Was that a factor? asked Sweezus, surprised.
As if you didn't know, said Decca.
Well, I'm sorry if my friend was the reason for your accident, said Sweezus. I'm sure he'd like to make it up to you.
Yeah right, sneered Karko.
No really, said Sweezus. Do you ever go down to Victor Harbor? My friend runs a business called Surfing with Whales. He'd be happy to give you a freebie.
Crabs and lobsters do not go surfing with whales, said Ageless stiffly.
No, we don't said Decca.
Too right, said Karko. We don't.
Ah, said Sweezus. That's the beauty of it. You don't actually go surfing with whales.
Why don't you just rack off! said Decca, crossly. We don't like having our legs pulled.
The idea of having their legs pulled sent Decca and Karko and Ageless into spasms of grief. They wept uncontrollably.
Sweezus felt sorry, but there was little he could do. He waded back to his friends.
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