ROTQM03: Return of the Quantum Monkies

[Rex Tyrannus]

[Ext: the smoldering wreckage of Chimpsepolis, artillery fire can be heard all around. Simians lie dead everywhere, killed by human gunfire. In a corner, huddle Mr. Chimps and his ever-faithful right-hand-ape, Cornelius.]​

Chimps: Cornelius?

Cornelius: Yes, Chimps?

Chimps: This is really it, huh? I mean, there's no getting out of this one, is there? No in-case-of-emergencies-break-glass sort of trick up your sleeve?

Cornelius: I'm not sure what you mean, sir.

Chimps: A device, Corny. You know, something like another...uh...a hyper-pseudo-dipthomometerizater...

[Cornelius stares blankely]​

Chimps: ...or something.

Cornelius: You mean like another hypotemporal device?

Chimps: Yeah, something like that. But whatever...guess this is it, huh?

Cornelius: Ooh, or what about a personal hypotemporal device? Say, one that could wisk away a single person in urgent need?

Chimps: [still sounding depressed] Yeah, that'd be great. Too bad about the Manpanzees...

Cornelius: Maybe in the fashion of a stylish wrist watch?

[Cornelius takes off his watch and places it on Chimps' wrist.]

Chimps: Wait, what are you doing, Cornelius?

Cornelius: I've been thinking, Chimps, about the whole, killing the humans. What if we were wrong?

[Cornelius winds the watch three times.]​

Cornelius: [under his breath] There, point-five minutes.

Chimps: I don't like this Cornelius.

Cornelius: What if what we should have done was to teach the Humans honor and civility? No extermination. No cross-breeding.

Chimps: Cornelius, no. You're going to die.

Cornelius: Yes, sir, I will. Now go. Teach the humans.

[The screen goes dark. Slowly we hear breathing panned hard right, creep to center.]​

Chimps: Cornelius?

[No answer]​

Chimps: Cornelius? Why does this look so different? How far back in time did you send me?

Nonsensical segue leads here.

 

[Ozbenno]

I've already got an idea that's about to turn everything on its head. Look for a post tonight.

I'll pay that