Everything on the beach has a cool story. You just have to wring its little neck to figure it out.

Take eloquence and wring its neck.

People think something put in the ocean is out of sight, out of mind. But the ocean moves it all around the planet. It's like one big nest.

Every sphere of human activity has some plastic residue in the ocean.

I don't think the federation has a head; its neck has just grown up and haired over.

Kiss the hand which you cannot wring.