“Hello, room service, I’d like to place an order,” Chimpanzee spoke into the phone. “Yes, I’d like your banana bread… yes, the whole thing… banana pancakes, banana Fosters, a banana cream pie, banana daquiri and an order of fried plantains. Did you get that? Good, now double it. I’m ordering for two…What? No, I’m not pregnant, my wife is or will be, maybe. Anyway it’s none of your business…What? Pineapple? Why, what did you hear…Oh, do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Never mind, cancel the order. Grab your coat, honey, we’re going out for dinner… What? No, not you! I’m hanging up now and don’t call back. The nerve. I knew we should have stayed at the Westin. Whose idea was it to stay here? Mine probably.”
“Abba dabba”, was all Chimpanzee managed to get out before Spider Monkey cold cocked him.
Chimpanzee turned off the TV in disgust, “Why is it always my business? What business do they mean?”