No, doc, what's strange is that, when the monkeys attack, they don't just kill and eat their victims - they hold poetry competitions. The one who can make up the best sonnet abou the carnage on the spot gets first dibs on ribs, feet, and organs. [Yeah, I don't know what it is about the feet either. But they like them a lot, I guess.]
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