[ Simmons? Simmons screams. Then the sudden weight is off him and he's scrambling to his feet, only to find himself facing a monkey. With a sword. Pointed at him.
He really, really wishes he could find his gun right about now. Instead, he raises his arms. ]
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He really, really wishes he could find his gun right about now. Instead, he raises his arms. ]
Whoah! Whoah, hey, easy!
[ As if this is going to help? Oh well. ]
Please, please be a nice monkey?