“Wait, Joe!” Skippy pleaded. “Before you do something fatal to us, promise me something.” “What?” “That you will do your best to dream up an incredibly stupid, impractical, idiotic monkey-brain idea to pull our asses out of this fire.” “I thought you hated when a monkey thinks up an idea when you couldn’t.” “I do hate it. It is humiliating beyond belief. However, in this case, I will gladly embrace utter humiliation if it means we survive.” “Utter humiliation, huh?” I winked to Chang, who grinned. “If we monkeys think of a way out of this, will you stop singing showtunes?”
