“The more lubbers we take out, the more boats. The more boats, the more nets whales get caught in. The more rotors to chop them up. The more litter for them to eat, whole bellies full of plastic. The more noise, Jay, all this sonar, it drives them mad. Then the whales don’t shit where they’re supposed to. If they don’t shit right, they don’t fertilize the water for the plankton. Plankton offsets more CO2 than the fucking rain forests. Then we all die. And who loaded the gun? Me and you—all so some fat-ass cornhuskers could post a selfie.”
