Moby Dick

[Old Thunder]

Still, looking round me again, and seeing no possible chance of spending a sufferable night unless in some other person's bed, I began to think that, after all, I might be cherishing unwarrantable prejudices against this unknown harpooner.

 

[Old Thunder]

Thinks I, I'll wait awhile; he must be dropping in before long.

 

[Old Thunder]

I'll have a good look at him then, and perhaps we may become jolly good bedfellows after all -- there's no telling.

 

[Old Thunder]

But though the other boarders kept coming in by ones, twos, and threes, and going to bed, yet no sign of my harpooner.

 

[Old Thunder]

"Landlord!" said I, "what sort of a chap is he -- does he always keep such late hours?"

 

[Old Thunder]

It was now hard upon twelve o'clock.

 

[Old Thunder]

The landlord chuckled again with his lean chuckle, and seemed to be mightily tickled at something beyond my comprehension.

 

[Old Thunder]

"No," he answered, "generally he's an early bird -- airley to bed and airley to rise -- yes, he's the bird that catches the worm. -- But tonight he went out a peddling, you see, and I don't see what on airth keeps him so late, unless, may be he can't sell his head."

 

[The Count]

After today's crapfest, I thank ye for continuing this whale of a tale.

*Hums tune to Mysterious Fathoms Below.

 

[The Count]

"No," he answered, "generally he's an early bird -- airley to bed and airley to rise -- yes, he's the bird that catches the worm. -- But tonight he went out a peddling, you see, and I don't see what on airth keeps him so late, unless, may be he can't sell his head."

Heads! Get your heads 'ere! Fresh today!
Cabbage heads, potato heads, pumpkin heads, even human heads.

Heads for Sale!
Eh, I don't expect anyone except for Princess Mombi to buy any of the human ones.