“Oh, you think you have won?, you think you have beaten me?, you little pint sized Shirley Temple doll, You may think you have me now, but you just wait and see, Missy, you haven’t gotten the best of me,” Dr. Munroe speechified.

“Put a sock in it,” exclaimed Stella Star, the teenage ape slayer.

Dr. Munroe was tied up on the jet, flying over the bodies of the silver backed Spider Monkey and other assorted mutant simians.

Dr. Munroe sat silently, an evil grin plastered on his already evil grinned face.

Stella kept looking over her shoulder wondering when the other shoe would drop. She held tightly to her .38, which somehow always managed to slide across the floor just when she needed it most.

Stella was relieved to be flying far above those damned dirty apes and their filthy human loving paws. She could still smell the foul breath of that gigantic Spider monkey.
Wait… why could she still smell that apes breath so high up in the sky in a jet gyro-plane?