I gave into her simian charms and couldn't say no to her demands for me to incessantly leave bananas in front of her. But, apaprently 152 bananas will make a monkey fat. So I guess that makes me a bad parent. I've never seen anyone that happy since I let Brian Larson wear my bear-hat. Seeing as she was only my fifth monkey, I think I still get a little room for errors anyway.
Same thing applies for digital monkeys.
Sure, I may kill them left and right, but come on, I'm a new parent. All new parents get to make a few mistakes. The program never said he was an alien monkey, but with a name like Klemnon VI he's gotta be extra-terrestrial. He had an alien's name. The photo to the left was back in the days when I was foolish enough to trust Cosmo for parenting tips.