How does a monkey eat a Reeses Peanut Butter Cup?
Previous segment here I got in my car slowly, looking at the smoldering pile of rubble where my “gibbon” had recently deceased, and thought about what the police might do to me were I to be blamed for this incident. I pondered the idea of filing a suit against the makers of Glass Monkey, but I wasn’t sure I was up to it all after my recent episode with my pet, who up until today, had been so peaceful and cute. The steering wheel broke off in my hands (Well isn’t that just spectacular… you almost die in a fucking mall and then you’re too much driver for your damnable car.). I didn’t have a whole lot else to do at this point, so I got back out and walked back to the mess where I’d left my pet. Looking down, I noticed that, under all that disgusting black ooze, my gibbon’s original shape was protruding. I leaned down, and, ripping a piece of my jacket off, started to brush away the acidic sludge. Sure enough, my old pet, seemingly restored to his normal self, was under there. He looked
