A couple months ago, I found three ceramic monkey... cups(?) at a stoop sale next to my house. It was only $1 for all three and I excitedly bought them. The monkeys made it as far in as the desk in the foyer of our three family building. There wasn't room for them in apartment, but it brought me joy to see them every morning as I left and every night as I came home.
This Sunday morning, I discovered a monkey was missing.
A quick inspection revealed the lost monkey broken and poorly hidden under the table. However, the culprit made a fatal mistake: He or she had killed SpeakNoEvil who couldn't have revealed the details of the crime. HearNo and SeeNo saw and heard everything respectively. SpeakNo will soon have his revenge.
On a weird karmic level, I wonder if SpeakNo jumped because he couldn't deal with all the sh-t I talk every day. Or maybe, just maybe, he knew he was an embodiment of the Quirk and couldn't stand another moment of being overly cute, kitschy, and useless except as some bastard hybrid of post-modern/"unironic" ornamentation.
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