So imagine you're Caesar, chilling in heaven, and for the next 300 years, you grow frustrated at the fact that apes and humans can't get along, apes are killing one another, and you have this guy using your name and waving his dick around thinking he's all that and tainting your message and values. Then one day, you see a male ape and female human develop a (not-so) romantic relationship and honestly, you're clinging to any straws you've got so that you can finally rest in fucking peace.
Caeser: Apes and humans fight, Proximus is a dick, and ya'll are killing one another. CAN'T I GET ONE DAMN THING?!?!
Noa & Mae: *smile shyly at each other*
Caesar:
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