I blame them there immigrants. Coming over here, feeding us treats.
Now, If they want to partake of Chilled Monkey Brains with Indiana Jones in their uncultured barbarian palaces, all well and good.
But bringing their disgusting delicacies over here and advertising them on the tellybox...
They're now advertising the sale of colobus monkeys with a pastry case around their bonce as a culinary cookie delicacy! They've even tattoed their fur into Jam and Toffee colors! Not only that, if you felt sad at sacrificing a simian for a biscuit break, they've fitted it with one of them soundboxes to make it more human.
Like a cuddly toy squeaking when you squeeze it's belly, these poor monkeys say "Jammy" or "Toffee" as you bite into them.
I'm no hippy vegan, but even I balk at biting biscuit bushmeat.
That's bushmeat in the the tucker food sense - not the meat of the bush as in flangey flaps and whatnot.
Although I'd rather be buried in her whatnots instead of primate pastries.
Or something.
