Look Out, Monkerstein! Germaine Gregarious Will Save the Day!
Ack! My running mate, Germaine Gregarious, has embarked on a dangerous top secret mission to Dr. Monkerstein's Power Pagoda without telling me! What kind of fiendish plot could the rascally rhesus be up to this time? Check it out!
Don't worry about me. I'll be busy working out some kinks in the foreign office...
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Well, I hope everything turns out OK.
For the both of you.
It looks like you're just another notch in her tiara, Dr. Zaius.
I didn't peg you for an ape who goes after old queens. What next, Rudy Guilani?
Zowie.
Thank goodness GG made sure I was barely visible behind Freida and she did not mention me by name...
Oh. And you and that old Queen... I can't even discuss this with you. Really, I am so disappointed. If you are going that way, I have no issues, but make better choices than that!
I just hope you used a condom Dr. Z. cause a litter of baby Prince primates sounds like a plot to rule the world.
GETkristiLOVE: I wonder which of Ms. Gregarious' many tiaras you speak of, Ms. Love. She has so many. So glad that you managed to bump into Ms. Ripley! She tells me that you have a job at the Monkerstein mansion, in the kitchen. Things are certainly looking up for you, careerwise!
Jess Wundrun: It was an accident, honest! I slipped on a jumbo shrimp, went flying onto the tea trolley, and then unintentionally zoomed past everybody in the Queen's receiving line! I was little more "received" than the rest of the guests, I must say. The social protocol at those state dinners is very confusing. The British government was very nice about the whole thing, though. They said that if I ever visit England, they want to know my whereabouts at all times! That was after they took off the handcuffs and had me sign a restraining order, of course.
FranIAm: Indeed! sometimes it's best to be incognito.
FranIAm: As I told Jess, it was an accident, honest! I slipped on a jumbo shrimp, went flying onto the tea trolley, and then unintentionally zoomed past everybody in the Queen's receiving line! I was little more "received" than the rest of the guests, I must say. The social protocol at those state dinners is very confusing. The British government was very nice about the whole thing, though. They said that if I ever visit England, they want to know my whereabouts at all times! That was after they took off the handcuffs and had me sign a restraining order, of course.
Freida Bee: Freida! The very idea! How could you suggest such a thing. Hrumph.
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