“Oh… he suggested that he’d become redundant?” you inquire, cautiously.
“Actually he offered me a redundancy. We ended up arguing over his offer,” the gorilla replies flatly, book under his arm, starting to clean up. At this point you notice the professor’s hut seems to have emptied itself into the compound, and the many other gorillas sitting just outside the tree-line watching the interaction with you & your sister.”
“Can we ask what the issue was?” your sister inquires, edging closer to you.
“Not at all.” He snorts, you feel his sharp, hot, monkey breath from 5 feet away. He puts a bunch of paper neatly back into a folder. “He offered me this book and two large bunches of bananas. I said Borges was an unenlightened fool, believing too much of his own press. I suggested he offer me something more worthy of my intellect.”
“…that’s when all this happened?” you probe.
“Yes – he went berserk, shouting that Jorge Luis Borges was one of the great modernist thinkers, poets and authors of our time. He grabbed the book, dropped his pants, and started maniacally throwing all you see scattered here. So I threw him over there.”
You shift uncomfortably on the spot, glancing at the body. The silver back faces you:
“So… would either of you like a tea? We have English breakfast or chamomile… supplies don’t come up for another week, I’m afraid…”
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