Monkeys Eat Brains

“You know what this means?”

“We’re gonna need more bananas.”

“What? No! We can’t feed that thing, we have to kill it before it tries to eat our brains!”

“I think I’ll name him Bob. Doesn’t Bob sound like a good name for a monkey?”

“Are you even listening to me? We need to get out of here. That thing is a sure sign that the zombies have made it into the zoo down town.”

“Or maybe Chad. Chad’s a good, strong name.”

“Stop playing with that monkey and help me fortify this shed. Did you find your dad’s shotgun while you were out there?”

“Yeah. It’s in his truck. That’s where I found Chad. Hey, do you think monkeys can learn tricks? I think I heard somewhere that they can learn sign language or something.”

“Wait, if you found the shotgun then why didn’t you bring it back here? We need that gun to keep the zombie hordes at bay!”

“I couldn’t carry Chad and the gun. And I couldn’t just leave him out there.”

“If we get out of this, I’m going to kill you. I swear. I don’t care if you are my brother.”

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