Imagine some monkeys start coming over around where you work and watching you through the window. More and more come every day, then one day they grab you and bag you. After the dark, you find yourself in some kind of failed replica of your work place, with fake desks cobbled out of Palm wood and fake computer screens made of braided twigs. You panic and look for a way out but it's guarded by hardcore monkeys with big ass mother fuckin bitch sticks.
You bang your fists against the enclosure with all you have but its no use. You go and sit at the fake computer. You push the fake buttons. Every day a group of hard monkeys come in and leave a bowl of cold baked beans on the floor. It would be warm but monkeys don't have microwaves.
Anyway, this is why I don't agree with zoos.
