Hello (monkey hears nothing), HELLO (still nothing). Is anyone there? (a glass hits the ground, monkey turns quick) Then thinks to himself (man this heat is getting to me, its not wrong, but its not right either). Board is empty, just humid heat showering down killing every ounce of creativity. (tumbleweed blows softly across the board). A stench wave hits the monkey in the face like a sledge hammer to a broken down building. A glass cracks across monkey's head, a loud thud as he hits the ground, his eyes glazed over, he gets a quick peek at who hit him.


















SAMMURA.