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He was a kind monkey, a gentle monkey. He enjoyed Bananas and talking about Butt stuff. His life was tragically cut short as a result of the Great powers of 16th Century Europe uniting against him, the heads of state of these countries coming to be known as the "September Criminals". He leaves behind laurie, widowed at 18.
Yet despite the tragedy of it all, Monkey would not have us lement his untimely death. "Do not weep for me, for I am already dead ... and a monkey" said Monkey, 1915. Farewell my sweet prince, farewell.