Ben Hansen
After Ben decided he'd watched the fondling enough (about 3 and a half
hours), he cleared his throat.
"Now," he said when he'd got their attention, "Can either of you tell
me why your monkey's eye would have been stolen?"
"Well, it wasn't real," the lady replied.
"No?"
"No, his real eye fell out. We had to replace it with a massive opal."
"An opal?"
"Yes."
"Why not give him a glass eye?"
"Would you waste money on a glass eye for a monkey?" the man asked.
"No, but I wouldn't waste an opal on a monkey either."
"That's because you're cheap."
"I... what?"
"you aren't willing to do something to brighten up your own monkey's
socket, you miserable excuse for a human being."
"Ah... whatever." Ben shook his head slightly before continuing. "Can
you tell me if the monkey had any enemies that spent a lot of time
around fluid?"
"You mean, people that didn't live in the desert?" the woman responded.
"Um... yes."
"Try Humphrey Jones."
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