Not Existing

He was a monkey in a suit, with a cigarette completing the appearance. Big bulbous glasses concealing his blank stare. And of course, the belt matched the shoes. “Is that a banana in your pocket or a bunch of hundred dollar bills rolled length-ways?”–that was the line from the commercial. The director speaks: “You know, it almost looks a wall street big shot if you glance in it from a distance. Perhaps a wig will help the effect. Somebody get me a wig!” But the monkey didn’t notice any of this. Although the dark sunglasses helped somewhat with the flashing lights, the screams of the director would still startle It. He reached his tipping point when a heavy rag was placed on his head. “He chomped her fingers like a bundle of those small sweet bananas that you see in the supermarket,” said the police officer to the coroner while helping himself to some leftover set food. “Why the hell do they always go for the extremities?”