Martin the monkey ate his banana and plotted the zookeeper's demise.
And he knew exactly how he would do it:
The zookeeper, Clyde, came into the chimpanzee enclosure every day to feed them. He would bend over to pick the fruits out of the bucket, and then Martin would strike! Martin chuckled to himself, dribbling banana down his chin, imagining the soft fup of banana against skull. Martin could already feel the intense exhilaration of adrenaline tightening his furry tummy.
Tomorrow morning would be a good day for Martin the Monkey...