Ow! That hurt! Stupid dolphin! Charles is gonna crush you! He bets dolphins often mistake this for affection.

It will kill him and probably do inappropriate things to his corpse!

Ha. Good try. No. It will die a horrible death.

Then he probably shouldn't aim for the brain. 

No. Horrible death. It will suffer.

It attempts to flee!

Does it not understand it's being crushed to death. Charles hugs it. Charles is annoyed that it's trying to not be crushed to death. It is going to be crushed to death whether it wants to or not.

It thrashes in his arms. It's much too thick for him to embrace it completely.

Doesn't matter, he's much too strong to let it go.

Its bones crack. 

Oh good. Squeeeeeeze.

It explodes! 

Heeeeeeeeee!

And Michael is tackling him. Oh, wait, no, this is a hug. 

...well, okay, sure, hug.

He giddily points towards the surface.

Follow follow.

More hug. "Oh my God that was so awesome that dolphin is so dead oh my God!"

"It is! Completely totally dead!" He giggles.

"It's so dead, its babies were probably born ghosts!"

More giggling. "Dead dead dead," he singsongs.

"We should go show my tribe the head!"

"Yeah!"

He retrieves the reasonably intact dolphin head. "Let's get going before sharks come."

"...but what if I wanna kill a shark?"