Such a sad story, Immy: Too much monkeying around. He customized everything, including himself. One day he found himself looking just like his avatar, and craving bananas.
Actually, it all started with that picture and the psychological scarring he recieved from all the other little monkeys children.
Then, it just went from bad to worse. He forgot his toilet training (accoplished at the age of 6 mos. with the aid of an Uzi). Soon he was flinging pooh about willy nilly, or willy nelson if there was any music playing.
What can one say except how terribly sad all this is and how trying for his family. Imagine trying to teach ones children proper etiquette when they see m1 and his antics at the same time.
They tried sing-a-longs but this happened:
And when anything serious is being taught, all he does is:
