Lyle:
White ape. Sounds like a drink
[mockingly]
Lyle:
Yes, bartender, I'll have two black russians and a white ape.
Narrator:
A drink the venal Van de Groot would be begging to imbibe, if he only knew how close the white ape was at that very moment. Flying through the foliage, surveying the scenery, and swinging on through the trees with effortless ease.
George:
[hits tree]
Ow!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:36