As he rummages through the Blu-rays, an outraged howl erupts from one of the side corridors. A humanoid creature waddles into the room, flailing his furry orange arms. My god. It’s an orangutan. And he’s wearing a cooking apron decorated with smiley-face daisies. The orangutan bares his fangs at Robbie, then says in perfectly clear American Sign Language, NO TURN OFF MARY BERRY.
