He raises his head from his pillow and recites:

The quality of krill is not strain'd,        
It droppeth as a gentle soup from heaven        
Upon the balleen beneath: it is twice bless'd;        
It blesseth him that strains and him that eats:        
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes        
The mighty blue whale better than anything;        
His blowhole shows the force of temporal power,        
The attribute to awe and majesty,        
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of whales;        
But krill is above this watery sway,        
It is enthroned in the hearts of whales,        
It is an attribute to God himself,        
And earthly power doth then show likest God's        
When krill seasons the waters.

And he falls asleep again, without spilling a single droplet.