I’m going to get an army of rabid monkeys and train them to attack children.
You see, when I was a kid, there was nothing to do.
We’d spend hot summer days, sitting around, bored, complaining.
What we needed is an army of crazed monkeys, armed with sharpened sticks, intent on murdering us.
It’s just this sort of thing that brings meaning to the lives of children.
I’ll unleash my monkeys on the hottest summer day.
The kids will scream and cry, running for their lives.
But eventually the children will get organized, form little armies, fight back, learn discipline.
No need to thank me, everyone. I did it for the children.
Those annoying, little fuckers.
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As a child, I would've been the one they used as bait to trick the monkeys.
Me too. I was the dopey fat kid. Even if they didn't use me for bait, the monkeys would have got me first. But I would have been tasty.
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