“Talking monkeys!?!?”
“Yeah, talking monkeys.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“What the hell was He thinking?”
“You wanna go and ask Him?”
“Not really. Last time I asked Him something it was about the platypus and He called me a ‘winged bozo’”.
“Hmmph. Yeah, that thing
is kinda strange.”
“I still can’t get over it, talking Godda…I mean, talking freaking monkeys. What’s the matter? We’re not good enough?”
“He said he was looking to ‘liven the place up’ and wanted to be entertained.”
“We’re entertaining!”
“Honestly? We’re kinda boring. I mean, what’s the funniest thing we’ve done? Maybe that time you slipped and fell on dinosaurs.”
“I didn’t think He found that funny.”
“No, but the rest of us did, those things were hella stupid.”
“Yeah, they
were, which is kinda my point, what good is letting something talk that is constantly throwing its own crap at each other?”
“Oh man, they are
soooo nasty. You’re right, who does that?”
“And now they can talk.”
“Mmmhmm. And now they can talk.”
“I just can’t get over it. I feel like we don’t even matter anymore.”
“I wouldn’t sweat it bro, remember that trilobites? Me neither.”
“It isn’t the same, they couldn’t talk! Talking monkeys. TALKING MONKEYS!”
“Talking monkeys, man, talking monkeys.”
“Probably start asking Him for stuff...’oh, please, don’t give me cancer’…’I promise I won’t do it again if I don’t get caught this
time’…’please let that field goal go through’…all kinds of stupid s***.”
“Yeah, I’m sure they’ll be some winners.”
“Some? Only a matter of time before they bunny-screw themselves into overpopulation and wreck the place.”
“Stop being a pessimist, it won’t be that bad.”
“Oh, really? Remember anoxic bacteria? Yeah, I know you do, well now it can talk.”
“Hmmmm. Now
I’m bummed.”
“Well, you should be. Talking monkeys.”
“I suppose if it gets out of hand He could drown them.”
“Oh, you think He’s just gonna wipe them all out?”
“Well, probably not. He’s all about second chances.”
“Precisely. If at first you don’t succeed in destroying the place, try, try again.”
“What if he sends them a messenger, a kind of leader?”
“Oh, come on! They’ll probably throw s*** at him too. Or maybe kill him. Or both.”
“You think they would? Hmmm, maybe one of
us should do it…”
“Huh?”
“I said ‘do you think they would’?”
“No, the other part.”
“That one of us should do it?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you thinking?”
“Nothing.”
“No, I know that look. What are you thinki…oh, no. No. You can’t.”
“I can.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“I should.”
“This is a bad idea.”
“It’s a great idea!”
“He’s gonna be soooo pissed. Majorly pissed.”
“He’ll get it. He likes me. Well, more than you anyway.”
“You can’t. Lou, seriously, you can’t!”
“I can, Gabe, and I will.”
“Oh, Man.”
“Yup, now wish me luck. Oh, and hold my beer.”
edit on 6-6-2017 by AugustusMasonicus because: Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn