...that my Uncle M*** and P** (both estranged) are in a white room, working on little dioramas, "Bow Tie Whales" they explain to me, and I can't understand, looking at what they've done, "Bow Whales? about 100 feet long" I ask, and they agree...

Now, in a submarine, following, harvesting, a diminishing school of fish, herded for us by the bow whales, time to surface, turn back, I suggest, there's an Asian woman, older, working the periscope, and she tells me that we are short our quota of 5 Bow Tie whales by - exactly - 5 Bow Tie whales, but I'm the captain and we can turn back if I insist...