I find that just about the time you figure you have put the final touches on and are ready to settle down for a well-deserved rest...

A gorilla busts in through some door or window, tommy guns start blasting, and all hell breaks loose! When it's over there are walls, windows, doors and furnishings that need to be repaired or replaced. There's a dead gorilla that needs to be disposed of. Maybe even two or three of them. You know what it costs to dispose of a dead gorilla in this town? It's not cheap. We can't just bury them in the backyard any more. People are starting to talk.

It's all Chongo's fault. I really have to question whether his friendship with Chongo is something I can do without at this point. He could at least not bring his work home with him. That's all I ask.