"my brother can be so irresponsible sometime," the monky said to himself. he was walking upon a gravel path and planned to go back at 30 mins walk time, so when he got back it would be a 1 hour walk. "i am getting very hungry now. i wish my brother would be gorila sometime."
"Hello there," a mysterious voice said from the trees.
"General Kenobi," the monky responded.
"i see you are a man of culture as well," a girafe said as it emerged from the spot where the previous spot was heard.
"of course i am," the monky responded. he was biting his nails. not because he was nervous, but because it was his habit and he would take a big poopoo on anyones head who ridiculed him for it.
"you look absolutely famished," the girafe said. "i can get you some food if you would like."
"that sounds very good." the monky responded. he was so hungry, that his energy was fading, and he was going pale. you could see his ribs almost as clear as day, and he was almost crawling with how weak he was. but the thought of food made him fill up slightly more so he was just rubbing his stomach like he was hungry and looked completely healthy otherwise.
"we will have to walk a bit more. the local animal restaurant is near the lake coming up. we'll have to walk off the path a bit through a swamp, but i can promise you that it is worth it." the girafe said for way too much text. like i mean godda
"ok. can i follow you there?" the monky asked.
"yes. that was what i was obviously implying." the girafe rudely responded.
"sorry sir" the monky said. the monky and girafe proceeded on their way to the lake.
