I arrived in an old worn down apartment. I pulled out my cell phone and pressed '0' "Operator." said the operator. "Tank! I need to get out of here!" I exclaimed. "Me too man the weed is only a temporary escape." said the operator. "Tank?" I asked. "Who's Tank?" replied the obviously stoned operator. "God damnit!" I cried as I hung up the phone and dialed '0' again. "Operator" said the operator. "Tank?" I asked. "Yes Neo?" responded Tank. "Thank god, I need to get out of here." I said. "Hold on… I have an exit at Twenty-Two and Third." replied Tank. "… Where the fuck is Twenty-Two and Third?" I asked. "Down the street, to your left, in the subway." responded Tank. I jumped out of the 20 story apartment, and landed on the ground unscathed. I looked to my left and saw a Subway sign, then I heard a strange noise to my right, a rabid monkey was after me! I ran down the street, and into the subway. I could hear the monkey at my heels. "Oh shit!" I cried as I ran into a telephone booth. I closed the door and saw the monkey slam into the glass. I laughed my arms off, and heard a smooth voice say, "Mr. Anderson, let me in this instant, or I shall tear apart the booth with my claws." "Holy shit… it talks" I said as I stared at the monkey in amazment.
