An excerpt from I, Monkey: A Memoir
"Oh my god!" I shouted
"No."
"You can talk!"
"Yes."
"You're just like me!"
"Yes... er, well, no."
"No?"
"Well... sort of."
"Sort of?"
"They cheated."
"They? Who the hell are they?"
To this he responded by momentarily lowering his eyes to his lap. When he raised them again he had a mischeivous twinkle that he not been there before. Slowly and deliberately he drew back his hood, revealing one of the more grotesque things I have ever seen. Where his scalp should be stood a thick glass dome, and underneath, plainly visible was the surface of his brain!
Immediately I got sick over the side of my chair.
"Don't worry. I am not offended. I get that a lot."
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