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"MONKEYS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this layer before. There could be MONKEYS anywhere."
The subterranean warmth felt good against his armored gut. "FILTHY MONKEYS" he thought.
Crocodile Cacaphony reverberated the entire layer, making it pulsate even as the 9 Kremkoin rotten banana mush circulated through his powerful thick digestive tract and fuelled his (merited) hatred of mammaliorities regardless of the time of day.
"With a helipack, you can go anywhere you want" He said to himself, out loud.