The monkey is out of here. I got tired of him gaping at me like an idiot while I'm trying to write. He calls himself a muse. Ha! He's not even amusing.
And do you know what else? He said he's starting his own blog. He's nothing without me. He doesn't even have batteries. I made him what he is today. I'm the reason people search for him on the Web. I made the monkey and I can break the little upstart.
You hear me monkey? Go ahead and blog. We'll see who gets the most traffic. I'll even give you your first link: Muses of a Monkey Playing Cymbals.
We'll see who the monkey is now.