Hey
look,
a
crazy
little
hat
monkey,
and
he's
sleeping.
Wake
up
little
hat
monkey!
No!
I
take
that
back!
Shut
up
little
hat
monkey.
Please
shut
up.
Threats
from
the
hat
monkey.
Do
you
think
you
scare
me
little
hat
monkey?
You
gotta
ask
yourself:
do
you
feel
lucky?
Well
do
you,
monk[ey]?
You
are
no
match
for
me,
pathetic
hat
monkey.
Today
was
not
your
lucky
day.
To
complete
your
humiliation,
hat
monkey,
I
have
stolen
your
hat
and
buried
you
in
the
sand.
Now
you
must
watch
as
little
chilren
make
sand
castles
and
you
can
do
nothing
but
shout
"eep-eep-eep."
Note
that
"eep-eep-eep"
is
not
a
valid
monkey
insult,
which
only
adds
to
your
humiliation.
O
no!
It
seems
that
crazy
hat
monkey
was
actually
a
Monkey
Mage
of
great
power
and
he
has
teleported
me
back
to
the
late
80s
where
I'm
stuck
in
VGA
mode.
If
I
can't
get
out
of
this
I'll
never
have
good
enough
resolution
to
finish
running
these
screenshots
through
the
gimp.
I
feel
really
bad
for
all
those
sandcastle-building
children
who
taunted
the
mage
and
now
seem
to
be
wooden
statues.
Thinking
fast,
I
fence
the
monkey
mage
in
so
he
can
do
no
more
damage
to
the
children
of
the
world.
I'm
going
to
tell
Mr.
T
on
you,
you
vile
monkey
mage!
If
only
I
could
fight
off
this
urge
to
mousse
my
mullet
and
flip
my
collar
up.
Perhaps
this
priest
can
help
me.
I
must
get
him
to
ignore
those
other
two
people,
whoever
the
hell
they
are,
and
pay
attention
to
me.
I'm
sure
I'm
in
the
right
church,
though.
After
all,
you
have
to
trust
any
church
that
believes
in
dancing
monkeys.
Following
the
priest's
advice,
I've
stuck
my
head
in
the
sand.
I
was
attacked
by
funny
gray
monkey,
but
I
defended
myself
by
farting.
Take
that,
monkey!
Hey,
Mr
Silly
Monkey,
do
you
know
how
to
return
my
graphics
to
normal?
Ah-HA!
I
found
a
rival
monkey
mage
to
cast
a
re-resolution
spell
on
me.
The
monkey
head
will
pay
for
its
crimes
against
humanity.
Executor
here,
calling
an
airstrike
from
the
Protoss
fleet
in
orbit.
Watch
the
monkeys
flee
as
the
Protoss
beam
cuts
them
down
one
by
one.