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You and your twin sister are photographers for national geographic on assignment to cover a famous interspecial linguistics professor who’s spent the last 10 years on a mountain in Borneo studying the language of silver back mountain gorillas. You think this is total bullshit and your sister is bitching about how much easier it would be to just work for Get Up & Go Girl! travel blog. After days and days of arduous climbing in the worst conditions you arrive at this geek’s mountainside encampment only to find him dead, his body twisted like a ragdoll around the trunk of a Banyan tree. As you’re both taking pictures and trying desperately to dial out on your cells, a 700 pound silverback male lumbers quietly into the camp carrying a tattered copy of “Dream Tigers” by Jorge Louis Borges. You both freeze. It stares at you. Your sister blurts out, apparently to you, “What the fuck happened?” and the gorilla says “Well, to be honest, we had an argument about redundancy.” He looks from you to your sister and back to you.
“I guess he’s the redundant one now.” I say.
My sister smiles and flips her hair. I just look at her… surely she isn’t flirting with a gorilla now. I know she said she had lowered her standards… but really!
I take her arm and turn her around, facing the direction we came. Then I begin walking. I don’t look back.
I feel bad for the professor, to leave him, his research and the proof of his success back there. But, what would I do with a 700 pound talking gorilla. I turn to laugh about it with my sister but she isn’t there.
“Damn it”. I sigh and sit down on my pack. To go back and get her or to just keep going and get out of there myself.
An hour or so later I am back in the clearing. My sister is there, performing a strip tease for the gorilla. I curse her, her hormones and her desperate divorcee status.
“You can’t stay here.” I tell her.
“Yes I can.” She says, stroking the gorilla’s fur, pulling out the occasional twig and creature.
The gorilla leers at me. I look at his stubby erection, his maggoty fur and smell his BO and bad breath.
He smiles at me and says, “You know… I’ve always had this fantasy of having two women…”
I report my sister as missing when I finally get back.