Oh, everybody knows that ya give a chimp one half a beer and they're either flat on their backside or worshipping at the porcelain throne. Just like all them monkeys. Their livers jist can't deal with the booze. A doctor told me that one time when he was straightenin' out my spine after Big Freddy used my back as a trampoline. Big Freddy ain't so big anymore, 'cause I rolled over when he was up in the air, reached up, and tied a knot in his manhood, if ya know what I mean. And the chiropractor could help me, but not him. Big Freddy now sings soprano in St. Dismas' Church Choir.