“Wait a minute,” the Captain interrupts, “eggs can only be found on Earth. If you lay two of them on their side, their top side facing each other, we have an infinity sign! a wealth of universes.”
“These Monkeys aren’t from Earth Captain,” Labaguette says, “even if they came out of eggs.”
“There’s a connection,” Birdseye insists.
Now the Syck Monkey is dancing, a Charlie Chaplin act, helped by his stick and his sons imitating him.
“We’re close to the truth,” the Captain says, “I know it”.
“Undecipherable,” Labaguette says.
“The Mother Land,” Birdseye says.
“What?” the Captain asks.
“The Mother Land.”
“Planet Earth is the Mother Land?” Captain Traumatic asks. “The Syck Monkey would be part reality and part myth?”
“Have you completely lost your mind?” Labaguette asks.
“The Syck Monkey is likely to born out of an egg on Earth in spite of possible evidence to the contrary,” the Captain says.
“Precisely!” Labaguette says.
“Well, that’s just it Labaguette: though no monkeys are ever born out of eggs on Earth, the Syck Monkey is a fluke, not meant to be, a transition, a genetic mutation that occurs once in the lifetime within a multiplicity of universes because diversity rules. When his mother bird, or whoever she was realised it, she carried the Egg to the edge of the Earth and sent it adrift on a rudderless ship.”
“I’ve heard that one before Captain, remember?” Labaguette remarks, “we’ve learned that the Earth isn’t flat and we know that this Monkey doesn’t travel by ship.”
To be continued…