The Age of the True Primates is nigh. We have poisoned your water. Your daughters secretly lust after our hirsute nether regions. Your Era is over. Submit! Or feel our brutal boot heels upon your spines.
I am Czolgoz! Bow before me, and lay tribute at my feet, so that my opposable toes may fondle it. The Age of Man is over. It is enslavement, or the meat grinder, fools!
Except for Velociman. Only He understands. Saviour, we call him, in our exotic tongue you know only as Gibberish. The Great Velociman knows our ascendancy is inevitable, and has been instrumental in our victories. He shall sit upon an exhalted throne at our grand councils following the Great Upheaval.
Prepare for your fate, humanoids. We shall feast upon your flesh, and suck the sweet marrow from your bones. We shall shrink your heads, and wear them upon our breasts.
Submit! You are doomed.
Barked by Czolgoz the Terrible
Joan Rivers is so gonna sue your ass into next week man... which might be a blessin'.
Posted by: RedNeck at January 5, 2006 09:09 PM.. that monkey needs a large vodka and a license to chill...
Posted by: Eric at January 6, 2006 11:05 AMThat monkey got into my pill box, he looks fucked up, Cat
Posted by: Catfish at January 6, 2006 12:10 PMThe more I see that muckin' fonkey, I think it's Velociman's last years Halloween pumpkin with some spare Mr. Potato head parts stragegically attached.
Either that, or the mutants Halloween costume...
(No winky)