Just imagine if the same monkey had leapt onto a camel's back, wiping his tapering cotton-dangler on the dusty pelt of his humped carriage whilst eyeing the scene, sexually ogling his next animal-anal greeter. All of a sudden CLOCK! he's spotted a puma licking it's blackened underwagon in the most suggestive fashion, it's tail wiggling, flapping and beckoning. POUNCE! away he leapt, strutting his miniature form and inkless bic on landing toward the nodding recipient. GROWL! she went at first as he went in, angry and demure at the reflection the tincan lid, normally housing her slabs of still-warm sirloin, displayed of her being functioned by an impish yesman.
I have no idea where i was supposed to be going here, so i'm sorry. Stupid brain.