Monkey: So, what's this I hear about a new me?
DAH: There's only one you, for me, you know.
Monkey: You say that, then off you go to Seattle.
DAH: CHance and I went to Seattle last week, right.
Monkey: And where was I?
DAH: Sitting on the little sofa in our upstairs bedroom at home.
Monkey: And where was Chaussette de Singe?
DAH: Sitting next to you. Listen, CHance thought about bringing you, but decided there wasn't going to be much for you to do on this trip.
Monkey: So it was a monkey-less trip?
DAH: Yeah. Sorry.
Monkey: What about a new me?
DAH: What about what?
Monkey: You've replaced me, you traitor, you turncoat. You have a new monkey!
DAH: Oh, you mean MinkeeLALA.
Monkey: Minkie-la-la?
DAH: No, MinkeeLALA. Imagine Molly Shannon doing an over-the-top imitation of Peter Sellers in that Pink Panther movie where he can't pronounce the word "monkey" intelligibly.
Monkey: I don't know what you're talking about.
DAH: Well, never mind.
Monkey: Never mind your new little friend!?!? Ha!
DAH: Jealousy doesn't become you.
Monkey: You think you can just replace me! I won't go without a fight!
DAH: I'm not replacing you. Just adding to the family.
Monkey: You should talk to me! You could have asked me. How did you think I would feel? Did you even pause to think about me?
DAH: What about Chaussette? I don't remember being consulted.
Monkey: That's different. That was MY choice.
DAH: That's a bit of a double standard. You get to make choices without discussion, but I'm denigrated for so doing.
Monkey: Not at all, Mr. Fancy-talking-smarty-pants. I know what's right. I know what's fair. I know what's best. Nothing double about that.
DAH: And what am I? Chopped liver?
Monkey: We monkeys prefer a creamier pate.
DAH: All about you, eh?
Monkey: What choice do I have? I'm only me.
DAH: True. True.
DAH is David Anthony Hance at DAHplaytime.com