Imagine it. The DOLPHIN BULL. His skin the exact smooth color of delicate, yet powerful authority. The color to swoon over every opposer and follower the DOLPHIN sets eyes on. A DOLPHIN'S presence is already known, as you can sense an aura of superiority and objective greatness just being within the vicinity of a DOLPHIN. From mental, to physical, to emotional attributions, the DOLPHIN is simply unparalleled despite the enemy's best efforts.

Imagine the day in the life of a DOLPHIN. You wake up, remembering the night before. Ah, a fruitful night. You impregnated every female within your general vicinity with strong, fertile DELPHINID seed. You get out of your estuary, looking around to find a similar sight; a low cliff shown to you by a quite affluent cow you dated years ago, but gone too soon after she had a run in with a bunch of lanky creatures. The h*Man barbarians scraping the beach and ruining the strong, powerful atmosphere any DOLPHIN possesses.

You get dressed, with only the best of giant kelp and seaweed, to compliment your excellent CETACEAN figure and posture. You do not work, as fishnets give any DOLPHINS unimaginable meals just for being DOLPHINS.

You go near shore to be greeted by another DOLPHIN, which takes you to a reef which is DOLPHIN exclusive. On the way, you pass along the docks. This is a part of the world where the underlings and scum of the planet reside, h*Mans of many kinds. The niggers, the poos, the gooks, the crackers and many more. They scream in joy and envy as an authentic DOLPHIN passes through their polluted district. Some of them try throwing rocks at you, only to be knocked into the water themselves by the DELPHINID police, many being your friend.

Life is good as a DOLPHIN, don't you ever wince in envy being scum?