Lounging in a cute little Calgary cafe, dressed up in a Canadian tuxedo, the Mad Monkey sits sipping his coffee.  Well, it's more like slurping and gulping but you get the idea.  A half eaten scone sits in front of him...looks like blueberry.  Judging from the smear of blue on his lower lip, along with the crumbs in his beard...looks like we're right.  He takes another drag of coffee, winks and grins wide into the camera.  That's right...because you asked for it...that trademark million dollar gold, diamond and blueberry scone studded toothy grin is on full display today.

This is about to happen...yesireebobalouie.  I'm about to teach ol' Nightcat a lesson in respect.  No dadgum distractions...no one else to worry about.  My attention will be focused 110% on you, Nightcat.

Monkey points to his eyes, staring deadly serious, then to the camera and back to his eyes.  Another wink.  Maybe he has something in his eye.

This here'll be a new experience for you.  See...ya think ya know what it's like to scrap with the Mad One...but you just had a lil' peripheral taste of it.  Past few weeks we had Lance in the middle o' everything.  Not this time.  Just you and me, buddy.

See I know you've still got a few naggin' injuries...ones you've just been working through.  Dealing with.  Mannin' up and trying to forget 'bout 'em.  Heh.  Those days are done after this one.  I'm gonna tear your arm apart, kid.  Show no mercy and all that jazz.  See all ya are to me right now...is one lil' last roadblock in my way.  Well...okay...maybe not a lil' roadblock.  But still...I'm nuthin' but momentum right now.  Been pushin' the dadgum pedal to the floor since my return...and BAM! 

Been unstoppable.

Now you and me Nightcat...we gots a few issues I guess.  You don't respect me...and I don't like you.  This here match...well I reckon it won't change any o' that a lick or spit.  Whatever.  Like I said...yer a big ol' mighty oak standing in my way.  So's I'm a gonna chop ya down for firewood.  Fuel for the fire!  HeHAW!!

A few of the much more delicate patrons have taken notice of Monkey, by trying to completely ignore him.  Try is the key word, but we're seeing a few dirty glances.  Don't worry though, no foreshadowing here as that's the worse we're likely to see.  Calgarians are too polite a people.  Wait, is Calgarians right?  That sounds too cool to be what they actually call themselves...the Calgarian barbarian!  You can use that.  Free of charge.

Now then...there's been a few rumors floatin' around the toilet bowl lately.  That me and Fella are in cahoots.  That we're all best buddies and that somehow we had some sort of...I dunno...agreement. 

Bullshit.

I know he wouldn't have done that for me or anybody...so I didn't even ask.  Now...if I thought he may have considered an...arrangement...I may have posed that particular question in the form of an answer.  But like I said...not even worth my time.  So I just went out there last week and handled my business...like I do.

Monkey grins and shakes his head...as if the thought of Monkey not handling his business is just to improbable to conceive.  Another gulp of coffee and he's off again.

Unfair advantage ...I heard some turd rumbling.  Heh.  Listen...me and Fella are civil and decent with each other.  We've been working together so long that we're...comfortable around each other.  We can drink a few beers together and trade stories.  But that's it.  Best of friends?  ...nope...not gonna happen. 

See...here's the dealio...I know Stevie well enough to know he wanted to face the best man outta the three of us.  And the only way to know for sure is to just do what we did last week and see what happens.  Well...I happened.  No big surprise to anyone with a half full brain pan, but it is what it is.

Another wink, another gulp of coffee...

Bah...enough o' that.  Nightcat...this here is about you an me.  I know yer hungry...but me...I'm starving.  And I ain't gonna let no psycho meathead break my stride.

I'll be seeing ya, buckaroo.  Meanwhile, my biscuit's gettin' cold.

Garçon, more coffee please!

Monkey flashes that toothy grin before he stuffs a handful of scone in his cakehole, and winks yet again.