Flying Monkeys Page #3

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form of apology.

Yeah. I don't know.

I mean, he's trying.

Gotta give him that.

He's my dad, you know?

I guess.

You sure he doesn't have

any diseases or anything?

Yeah. I think he

just is scared of you.

He doesn't really like my dad either.

Oh.

And not a big fan of people.

I think he just likes you.

Maybe he just likes girls.

Speaking of girls...

Chill out, okay?

Come on.

Dinner's almost ready.

Lame!

This was supposed

to be our night.

It still is.

We never have any

time alone together.

If it's not your dad,

it's Sonya.

If it's not Sonya, it's somebody

else, or something else.

Now you got a monkey. How am

I gonna compete with that?

It's always

something with you.

You act like spending

time with my family

is the worst thing

in the world.

What family?

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm on lack of sex,

like ajunkie is

on withdrawals.

Okay? I'm going crazy.

I don't like this.

It's not fun.

You should wanna spend time

with me to spend time with me.

Not because you

wanna get in my pants.

All right, whatever.

Have fun with your old man

and your stupid-ass monkey.

Jason!

Hey, thanks for dinner.

And the monkey.

Oh. You're welcome.

Um, I'm gonna make him

a bed in the guest room.

Sounds good. Hey, Joan...

If Jason can't see how awesome you

are, he's probably not worth it.

Okay. Thanks, Dad.

Mmm-hmm.

Hey, Skippy.

Look what I got you.

This is your new bed.

No more cages, okay?

Yeah, you like it?

All right. Good night.

Oh, Jason.

You know, the thought of your dad

coming back is kind of freaking me out.

I told you.

He's on duty all night.

Well, what if he

comes home early?

He'll shoot you.

Way to boost my confidence.

It's not your confidence

that I'm trying to boost.

Oh, yeah.

Mmm.

Did you hear that?

No.

Nothing.

Oh.

Jason!

I don't think

that's such a good idea.

Let me go in there.

Let me see her.

Sheriff, please. Jeff!

Let me see my daughter!

Jeff, please.

Who the hell are you?

Who we are doesn't matter.

Why we're here does.

If you work for the

government or Greenpeace,

some other crap like that,

you best realize that

every man in this camp

is fully armed

and ready to fire.

You've lost men in the night.

Mysteriously ripped to shreds.

And what little was left of

'em you found the next day?

Am I right?

How did you know that?

I also know that you recently

caught a specific monkey,

and you sold it.

There are only two of 'em

left in the world,

and the other one is nearby.

What's that got to do with us?

It's what's been

killing your men.

Monkey couldn't

do that to a man.

That's not a monkey.

It's called a Xigo.

Something different.

Something evil.

They look like monkeys, yes.

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