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Jane’s Coconuts Gentlemen’s Club. Somewhere over the bridge. 2:13 P.M.Spanky, like most mobsters, has the sort of security that looks big and dumb in a suit, so it only takes a couple of seconds to make their way in to see the boss. He tries some monkey business, but a little wrist-watch grappling gun action is enough to put an end to those plans.
Then, like most super-intelligent lowland gorillas the Middleman has encountered, Spanky complains that "Just when I thought I was out, they puuuull me back in!". He even tosses in the requisite hand gestures. And, predictably, he makes a break for it.
"Jeepers," the Middleman says mildly as Spanky rips off his shirt, beats his chest, and takes off through the back door. For a super-intelligent gorilla Spanky didn't seem all that smart. After all, the Middleman and his trusty sidekick were hot on the monkey's heels as they ran down the alleyway behind the club.
