"Come on, boss, take me to the wine cellar. It's so dark down there, and there's nobody else around. I'm so scared!"
A huge palm landed on Bobo's shoulder with a poof, kicking up a cloud of dust like something out of an Eastern kung fu movie. At the same time, another massive hand reached around from behind, took the little hat from Bobo's hand, and placed it on its own head.
"Gulp."
Bobo swallowed, feeling as though he could barely breathe.
"What's wrong, boss? Don't you have any brandy left? Then how about the two of us go out and buy some together? We could also do some oth-er-things!"
That soul-stealing voice rang out again. At the same time, a huge black-furred head rested on Bobo's shoulder, and a pair of extraordinarily thick double eyelids blinked at him.
Tracy could no longer hold it in. She grabbed a rag and pretended she was going to clean, clamping her teeth together as she scrambled over the bar. Her little face looked like a mask of agony from holding back her laughter.
Bobo's lifeless gaze swept over her retreating back before he closed his eyes in pain.
Because looming behind him was a gorilla two and a half meters tall, with a waistline just as wide, wearing heavy makeup, a floral dress, and an enormous bow on her head.
Female.
At the end of the last battle, Deathstroke had captured Gorilla Grodd alive. Since he was the king of Ape Island and had diplomatic immunity through the United Nations, the United States could do little to him and had to release him.
But Deathstroke had anticipated that. He struck a deal with the guy, demanding several "young and beautiful" gorillas from the Gorilla Kingdom, claiming he wanted to introduce them to