Yesterday, while sitting in the Adventureland section of Disneyland,
faithfully_luna asked me about Monkeys with Jetpacks. She wanted to know how they got the jetpacks. She would not be brushed off with "Because" or "Because it's awesome" or "Because it's really awesome" or "It's just this ever-escalating joke that
airawyn and I had."
She wanted Answers.
Luckily for her, as part of a currently-abandoned NaNo novel that I began in 2004, I wrote quite a bit on Monkeys with Jetpacks. Their habits. Their origins. Their love of destruction. I present all related passages from the novel below. I THINK there's more around somewhere, scrawled in a notebook, but I have no idea where.
The following was hastily written four years ago. Word count was prized over coherence. You have been warned.
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( Elsewhere, deep in space, a spaceship cascaded through the void, propelled only by its own momentum. If it wasn't a complete derelict, it would be after the pirate space monkeys with jetpacks that were currently crawling along its hull were done. )***
If you're not disturbed now, you should be.