Now, you see, SB. Luck is pretty funny stuff.
I took a change that you would be at home, and it was my bad luck that you was out communing with the plants.
I was just about to give President -to-be Bobert one of thoase joint party calls, cause he wanted to be buzzed. Chongo and I have come to an understanding.
He agrees that he craped on the office and agrees to clean up the mess, including hosing off the back seat. He also agrees to put a couple of those little pine tree air fresherners under each arm and one at his butt. ( He hasn't had a wash-up since the yams decided to leave his presence.)
He also agrees that he has to supply his own Imodium when he eats yams.
He also agrees not to use my cookware to try to kill me anymore.
I agree to donate $15 to a Simian charity of his choice. And I paid up front.
Least that how I remember it. Since Snappy bit me, I started to have some funny spells.
I guess Chongo should tell you hisself so there's no confusion.

PS:I'm glad that David is taking my side in this. We Bigbrains gotta stick together.