Desperate Cry for Help 024

So you think you are some kind of robotic monkey, huh? You've got some cool expanded memory slots, a handful of random upgrades, maybe some cool math co-processors, and if you're really hip some sort of mp3 playing GPS system.

Still, I can't imagine that overall there would be an excuse to smoke 15 cigarettes simultaneously whilst holding a fully loaded .45 at my head.

I mean, we can talk this out.

I got a monkey bank account. Got left to me by my simian cousin, Chim-Chim, after that bitch Donkey Kong closed down his pie factory forever and started up that new-wave bongo band.

It's not that I don't care about monkey rights. I can smell the forthcoming Monkeylution. All the chips are in play.

It's just a matter of time until the monkey overlords make their play. And when they do, I'll be there - Bashing cymbals, bashing heads.

It's time for a change.

Let loose the Monkey Empire.