As cold as you are, the monkey's perverted suggstion makes your blood boil.

    You kick him square in the ass, sending the monkey tumbling across the meat locker.

    The monkey rights himself and pulls a Mac-10 from some heretofore unseen holster.

    You dive for cover as he sprays the locker with gunfire, ripping holes in the giant slabs of meat which hang from the ceiling.

    You crawl beneath the cover of fallen meat slabs, but it is only a matter of time before the monkey finds you out.

    He walks through the locker upturning the fallen chunks of meat, his weapon at the ready.

    Soon he is only a couple slabs away from discovering you.

    You silently crawl along away from him when suddenly your hand feels something loose and metallic on the floor -- the removed grate from the coolant shaft!

    You get a grip on it and wait...

    The little monkey is almost upon you when...

    <<THWANG!>>

    You smack his little head with the metal grate so hard the monkey falls to the floor motionless.

    You look down at him.  Blood drips from his head.  His mouth hangs open.  But the Mac-10 is still held in his hand.

    You reach for it, and the last thing you see is a slight smile come over the monkey's face.

    Then in a flash you are riddled with bullets.

    The monkey walks over and picks up his blanket, then heads for the coolant shaft.

    "Bitch-ass muthafucka," mutters the monkey as he exits the way he came in.
 

The End
 
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