Chongo had not heard of the Manhattan Project. He wondered if it had something to do with building a memorial to the fallen King, the mighty Kong, who had done his last tragic swan dive off the Empire State Building back in 1933. Apes from all over the world still went to the site daily and placed flowers on the sacred spot where Kong had fallen, riddled with thousands of 30 caliber bullets, and breathed his last.

Well, it probably didn't have a thing to do with that. Humans didn't care much about Kong anymore, even if he had made a hell of a big splash in '33, and it was doubtful that they would build him a memorial, thought Chongo.

"Nope. I ain't heard of it, General. What say you and me have a drink and you can fill me in on this Manhattan Project?"

A Grand in hand, and a century a day...things were looking up. Just the medicine he needed to stop thinking about that dame Laura and get back behind the wheel.