0 0 0 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. ELTJZDJTTLCLjTJ MONKEY Continued from Page 2B 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 -.4 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. 1 0PM 1 3OAM FRDAYA i ALUMNI AIsiliAiiI --i 9