:: Sun Wukong and the Journey to the West ::
Zhu Bajie takes a swig of Kingfisher. “I was saying,” he says, “I was sayin’, man, this Sun Wukong guy, I mean? He’s all, the Great Sage, fuckin’ of Heaven, man, and he defeated some fuckin’, the Lord Erlan Shan, or, or some shit. But what’s he done since then, man? I mean, seems like, s’fuckin’ nothin’, man. He’s a fuckin’ monkey, man. Y’know?” He takes another swig. “He’s all fuckin’ that, man. He’s a monkey, man. Haw. Shit!”
“Wow man, I completely agree,” says Sha Heshang, slowly. He coughs out a puff of smoke. “It’s totally, man. Totally.”
“He sounds horribly arrogant,” sympathizes Chou Long.
Sun Wukong, listening outside, thinks, “Those fools! If it weren’t for my duty to Master Sanzang I’d leave them all to be eaten!”
Meanwhile, Chou Long's Yaoguai henchmen are preparing their attack.
