Long ago, I killed a Blue Whale with my bare hands and a small knife.
It was a frightening experience if I may say.
I was all alone, in the middle of the ocean. When I woke up, I started to wonder where I was.
Not too long after I woke up, I saw this gigantic whale looking up at me from the water. I knew he was looking for some fresh food.
*sigh* *smokes cigar*
As soon as the whale started going for me, I dodged out of its path and my demise, however, I figured if I was going to make it out of here alive, I needed to kill it, and my knife was not going to work. So I knew I had to kill it from the inside.
So while the whale was looking for me, I went in its gigantic mouth, down its throat and worked my way towards the heart of the giant beast. I tore that organ apart like confetti.
It was a bloody ****ing mess. As the whale was quickly dying, I cut my way out and swam back to the surface.
Unfortunately, all the blood attracted many sharks, but my chopper got me out of there before the sharks got to me and the dead whale.
That is my story.