Monkey Justice
The phone rings in House of the Flying Martinis
Indy: Hello?
Meester (phoning home from work): Hello? Is that the police?
Indy: Yes.
Meeester: I want to report that my car has been damaged?
Indy: Do you want me to send the monkey?
Meeester: Yes, but how will I know it’s him? Does he wear a uniform?
Indy: No, but he sometimes likes to wear a bikini.
Meeester: Ok bye
Indy: Bye.
“So, Misssy Martin, when was the point that you knew your son was going to be a surreal esoteric performance artist?”
“The day I met his father”
*Sigh*
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