Now he knows what gorillas are, and not just that...

Oh, hi. I'm fine, how about you? But yeah, we don't need to talk about stability with you.

Listen, I remembered a story that happened at Chuck's bar last Saturday. I'll quickly tell you before I forget.

I was sitting, sipping my beer, with about twenty minutes left until the start of the football match. The crowd was already gathering in the bar. Chuck was playing some documentary film about monkeys on the TV that was supposed to start the football. Yes, it's about him: the owner and bartender in one, an animal lover. Have you forgotten Chuck? Haven't been there for a long time, huh?

And then there's Barry, you know Barry — always drunk regular, who seems to be in the bar even at night. So, this Barry shouts to the whole hall, staring at the screen:

"What are those gorillas dancing there, damn it?! Turn on the football before I drink to the point of memory loss!"

Chuck, without losing his composure, responds:
"These aren't gorillas, Barry. They're bonobos."

"What the hell's the difference? A monkey is a monkey!"

"You're wrong, pal. Gorillas are cupboards on two legs. They eat grass, stomp like mastodons, and look as if they're ready to squish you for breathing. The alpha male rules them, and his whole job is to keep the others in fear. If you meet a gorilla, pray. Although it won't hear you anyway."

"What nonsense are you talking about? And how do they differ from these bonobos?" shouted Barry, finishing his glass and not yet completely losing his focus.

"And bonobos — these are monkeys who figured out that sex is easier than war. They solve problems not with fists, but with bodies. Females rule them, and it seems that they all know that the world can be put in order just by stopping yelling at each other. They're small, cunning, and if you bribe them with a banana, they might even pretend that you're not a complete idiot."

"Oh, come on," Barry grumbled. "What nonsense?"

"A gorilla will hit you in the face, a bonobo will just sleep with your wife, and then make peace with you over a beer. Now do you understand the difference?"

"Damn, it seems I've just become an expert in monkey business."

After these words, the whole bar burst into laughter. Someone even choked on beer, and louder than anyone laughed, of course, Barry.

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