Of course, you always ended up with your ass handed to you.

    But this time, the element of surprise is in your favor.

    You throw your raised fist at the biggest and hairiest of the Greeks, and somehow knock them both to the ground!  Good shot!

    Then you raise both fists and look at the remaining standing Greeks as if to say, "OK, who's next?"

    Then one of them slams the locker door in your face.

    Again you bang on the door with your fist, but this time, the Greeks do not respond at all.

    You are naked and cold in the dim light of the meat locker.

    You search the small room for perhaps another exit.  In one corner there is a small shaft where the coolant eneters the room.  But it is too small for you to pass through.

    Almost numb from the cold, you go into a fetal position in the corner.

    Some time later, the grate of the coolant shaft pops off.  Into the meat locker comes a diminutive monkey.  He drags a burlap blanket behind him and stands in front of you.

    "Eep!  Eep!" he says.

    "Wow!" you think to yourself.  "The monkey's on my side."

    "Can I have that blanket, little monkey?" you ask him.

    The monkey pulls the blanket away and bends over, showing you his backside.

    At first you think he is just taunting you.  Then you wonder if maybe that's some sort of polite monkey-greeting.

    Then you realize that the little monkey is, in fact, trying to make a deal with you: sex for the blanket.

    Refuse the monkey; you'd sooner freeze.

    Beat the shit outta the monkey and take his goddamn blanket.