My last orangutan remains faithfully by my grave, crying over my death. Then he has an idea. He digs my body up and cuts open both my head and his. He shoves my brain in his head and pulls his own out. He does the swap SO FAST (he has ninja reflexes) that he doesn't die from... well... not having a brain in his head... So, I HAVE RETURNED (! yay !), inhabiting the body of my last faithful ninja monkey! I suit up in my tiny ninja gear, stock up on needles and shurikens, and strap on my sword. Heading back to the castle, I find the Venom Dream and Mic mess on the chair. Unfortunately, a few monkey instincts remain in this body, which take over as I begin to lick up the mess and CONSUME IT! Monkey's don't like chairs though, so I go find myself a nice new throne in a tree growing next to the castle.
"EEAHAHAHEHE HOOO HHOO HAEHE EO! Ahem, pardon me, that was the monkey talking, what I meant was I AM THE RULER OF THE LAND!"