4.
   I felt sick. I clamped my hands over my mouth. I stood speechless in the chair staring at this crappy animation hopping and jiggling, croaking and squeaking, twitching and stomping. The monkey bounced up and down in mindless ecstasy. He stared into the empty cup and turned it over and over. He leaned down to the tramp. He moved his quivering face next to hers. His thin lips puckered. The tramp's mouth exploded into a lascivious open-mouthed grin. Her tongue poured out over her teeth and flapped in the air. She bashed her fists on the keyboard again and again. She threw her arms over her head, lifted her legs in the air and wiggled all four limbs like snakes. A gurgling cackle crawled out from the depths of her soul. The thug spun in circles. His arms stretched out and flapped frantically like a fly caught in a spider's web. His broad ass swayed and bobbed. He threw his head back and bellowed at the ceiling.

   They mooed like lovesick cows. They screeched like a startled flock of crows. Then all at once they pressed their wobbly heads close together. They were no longer vomiting noise individually. They let loose a long, low growl. It was as deep and coarse as a Mongolian throat song and got lower and lower until they sounded like idling Harleys. The rumble went up my spine and into my brain where it boiled and belched until I could stand it no longer.
   “Stop it!”, I screamed. “Stop it right now!”