Son - Father, how many monkeys do you think there are in the universe?

Father - (Sighing) Far too many son, far too many.

            (Grown son 13 years later recounting the tale.)

Son - Then he said, "Get me my gun, son, get me my gun".  No one ever heard from him again, although there are still stories, legends really, whispered on the tongues of the jungle natives.  Legends of a crazed white man with a gun running around.  Slaying monkeys.

Son's Friend - Who do you think it was?


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