Well, no wonder stone based simians turn out like they do!
Seems God was too busy spending his western night heavenly nights with his {ahem} "good friend" discussing {ahem} "business matters" behind his missus's back! If he'd paid more attention to apey escapades instead of satisfying his libido with weaving girls, perhaps he wouldn't be distracted from his nobifiction by carousing chimps.
And the hypocracy! There's he, shagging Star Vega on the sly, but if a tipsy Marshall asks for a snog, it's piss off out of Heaven and be a pig!!
Not to mention dumping people in lakes for breaking an 'orrible teapot! (oh, the terrible, terrible ramifications...)
As usual, it's one rule for omnipresent Jade Emperors, and another for those with an eye for a pretty lady and a tankard of partyjuice!
