I'm at my parents' house for a little while, and imagine my surprise when I wake up this morning to find they have a new pet monkey.
It's a regular zoo around here.

It's a pretty big monkey.

It's name is Rill. I don't get it either.

And it talks.

It says "My name is Ape Rill."

It hits, too.

When it hits me it says "Stop calling me a monkey! I'm Ape Rill."

Great! A monkey who argues semantics. And also, we have to let it eat Thanksgiving dinner with us.