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The Michigan Daily - Weekend, etc. M
SWEAT HARD every Friday night in March at
the CCRB during Mid-Term Mayhem. Your
Student Alumni Council (SAC) is keeping the
CCRB open until 1:30AM. Swim laps, lift
weights and shoot hoops with your friends at
midnight. Free food, drinks, giveaways every
30 minutes, and a different U-MOVE class
every week, all March. Co-sponsored by the
Indian American
Students
Association and
Indian Students Association.
This week, March 10
HAWAIIAN-STYL-
Free intro yoga class at 1II
Next week, March 17
A St Patrick'sDay blowout.
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MONKEY
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gave him over the population of
Monkey Island. He was free to bark
orders at the questioning glances and
non-understanding ears of the mon-
keys - control that he felt in no
other domain of his life. Sometimes,
when he really wanted to get them
howling, he would set the chow
bucket right in front of the cages,
then take off for about a half-hour or
so. He would even come in early
some days to play this game. On
occasion he would bring his squirt
gun in to have some "fun" with the
population.
The daily routine was to feed the
monkeys, let the ramp down from the
indoor cage room to the outdoor
island get all the monkeys onto the
island, and then clean the cages.
Brown Man hated cleaning the cages.
He knew the monkeys left him mess-
es just to spite him. That's why he
had to play his games; it was only
fair, that was his rationalization. If
they were going to be immature, he
could be immature too.
But he took it too far. Since he had
sole control of the monkeys, he could
torture them at will. To him it was an
art form. Not just anyone could get a
monkey screaming at the level to
which he could. The food and squirt
gun games were one thing, but what
really lit up his face was the BB gun
game. He would walk between the
cages like a soldier with the gun held
closely across his chest. On a whim
he would choose his target and lay a
well-placed shot onto the chosen
monkey's flesh. This was hardly
enough to kill or noticeably disfigure'
the creature, but the pain involved
could be excruciating for the animal.
This was his vice, his payback.
On Wednesday morning Brown
Man had gone into the cage room
early. He was looking to play one of
the games. He set the food bucket in
front of the indoor cage while a smile
crept across his face as he thought of
the anguish he was going to cause the
monkeys. He took his usual giddy
stroll to the outdoor vending
machines to get a soda and candy bar.
He didn't mind taking his time that
day, for the monkeys had been extra
messy the night before... They
deserved to wait.
When he finally returned to the
cage room all was silent. No high-
pitched screams or wails came from
the population. Brown Man instantly
lost his smug grin. They had never
been silent before. He went for his
BB gun and walked toward the cage
where they all were. The July heat
burned the odor of the night's urine
into his nose. In the cage the mon-
keys were all lying down, still and
silent. He stomped his boot on the
concrete. No response. In his rage he
unlatched and threw open the walk-in
cage door and went in, intending to
take a couple of shots to get them all
riled. As he was choosing his target
he heard a rustling behind him and
instantly felt a searing hot pain in the
thick of his calf. He whirled his head
to see one of the monkeys with its
sharp little teeth securely in his leg.
Another soon jumped, and was on his
arm tearing through his shirt and skin
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with angry scissor jaws. More mon-
keys kept coming at him. He gyrated
in a dance induced by pain and fear,
flailing his arms and punching and
pulling at wads of hair-covered mon-
key flesh. His BB gun fallen to the . ..':::..;
concrete, he was left with nothing.
Twenty-some-odd monkeys were
tearing at him in a frenzy of teeth and
claws and flying scraps of man. One
succeeded in pulling Brown's ear
from his scalp in a spray of rouge,
while another was working on his
fingers. Others chopped and bit with
purpose. It wasn't long before he fell .
to the floor. The agonizing heat
shooting through his body was like'2
no other. The hot stench of the cage
was thick in what was left of his f.
nose. Soon every monkey was busy,
with a piece of Brown Man. Within a".
few minutes he passed out, covered,
in a seething mass of grayish-brown
assailants. He quickly expired under
the fast work of the monkeys. As they
dismounted from his ragged carcass
they collectively let up a scream of
exultation. This was a one-up for thef...
monkeys - they were the new lead-
ers of the island.
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