Some robot monkeys, seeing what you are doing, follow your example and
begin to crawl all over him, beating unmercifully with their shiny
metal sticks. Seeing an opportunity, you reach in his pocket and pull
out the black box he used to open the ground.
You dash along the hallways, leaving the others to render the white
thing harmless. Within seconds, the rest of them, finished with their
job, come to follow you, chattering madly. As you reach the dead end,
you fumble with the device until you hit the red button. With a
reluctant grinding noise, the gate to the rest of the world opens.
The modified monkeys immediately sprout wings from somewhere on their
backs. One of them could easily carry you. The world is at these
monkeys' command. they have chosen you as their leader, because you
let them out. Where should you take over
first?
Without warning, you suddenly utter a loud screech and make a mad dash
towards the scientist. You make a tremendous leap and land on his
head. Growling in a small monkey-like fashion, you rip out his hair
and stick your feet in his mouth. He utters a muffled scream as you
begin to pound his nose with your little monkey fists.