“Arr, it be a bit harsh, don’t it? How many have there been before us?” “Well, actually… you are the first. But a precedent needs to be set here. I have to prove to the Matawongans that I am true to my word. It will be made all the more sweet by the fact that my first victims are the very man who abandoned me so many years ago and the puppet that blackened his mind against me!” “Egg, it wasn’t like that!” pleaded Zoltan. “STOP CALLING ME THAT!” shouted Oeuf, “Egg is no more. My name is Oeuf now!” “Jeeze, you’re a bit fragile!” said Monkey, “it’s like walking on eggshells, talking to you!” “What did you say?” growled Oeuf, who had always hated people making reference to the fact that he was an egg sock puppet. “Sorry,” said Monkey, I was only ‘yolking’! Please don’t ‘beat’ me!” “Monkey, stop it!” hissed Zoltan. Oeuf was fuming. “I mean, it’s not as if we are ‘poachers’ or anything…” “Right! That’s it!” snapped Oeuf, almost hysterical. “Gentlemen, prepare the cooking pots. We’re having monkey for dinner.” Immediately, Tarquin, Ffarquar and Marcus appeared, carrying large cooking pots. “This doesn’t look good,” wailed Speakno. **** The tribe busily prepared the pots for a large stew, bringing onions, turnips, potatoes, leeks, licking their lips with every added ingredient and as they walked past the prisoners. Monkey and his friends had been
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