Magenta looked up from her glass to see a very pale chimpanzee before her.
"Why, Mr. Chongo, are you ill" she said.
"No, doll, just got a chill up my spine, like someone dancing on my grave," Chongo replied, "and it's not Mr. Chongo, just Chongo."

Chongo took another puff on his cuban and signalled the waitress for another shot. Then he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and his neck.

"Feels a little warm in here with the personal fur coat I always wear." Chongo said.
"I can sympathize," Magenta said grinning, "some women think a fur coat is the best thing in the world. They wear them everywhere, shoving their wealth in your face. I think they look better on the animals they were taken from and laugh at the women, acting all stuck up and sweating like pigs."
"Don't tell me your a vegetarian too!" Chongo said.
"Oh, no Chongo. I'm no vegetarian. As a matter of fact I like to get my hands on a good piece of meat once in awhile." Magenta replied, looking back at Chongo from beneath her eye lashes.
The inner lizard began screaming again, and Chongo choked on his drink. Magenta laughed like silvery rain at his discomfiture.