What an ingrate! I insisted for months that Chinga did not exist for one and only one reason, Amos. To protect your reputation. I didn't want the sordid details of your interspecies romance to ever be revealed to the world at large. I tried and tried to get you to shut up about Chinga, but you just wouldn't listen, you went on and on, and now it's too late! Your situation has become painfully obvious even to bored housewives in Schenectady. Still, I will stand by you, old buddy. That's the kind of friend I am. Yessiree. Friends like that are not easy to find, but you can count on me, even if you are living in denial 24 hours a day and consorting with a flea-ridden, disease-carrying simian sex maniac with the manners and morals of an alley cat.