Harold never really liked the sweater his grandmother had made him. All the other whales laughed at him. But whales were loyal to family, so he wore it, but was not too happy about it. He didnt know what the green alien on it was, exactly (nor what a sweater was or why he was wearing clothes in the first place) but by God, he was following the Law of Whalfucious: “When one’s grandwhalemother somehow knits one a festive sweater, one wears that shit.”
Whalefucious was a very profound water mammal.
But poor Harold…it doesn’t even fit him very well!