On a shelf, in an office, three little monkeys sit in a locked box. They've been there for years, never moving, only doing their job. Now… Now something is different. They are different. Once more, they can move, and speak, as they did in days of old… The first little monkey twists his head from side to side, his hands stills clasped firmly over his eyes. "Is anyone there?" The second little monkey, his hands clasped firmly across his ears, sees his brother move. "Holy shit, a talking monkey!" The Blind Monkey shakes his head to clear it. "Where are we brothers?" "Well, shit."