Bobo was still clever. The term "monkey-smart" was probably made for him.
Although he had decided that this other version of himself was trustworthy, he was still selective about the intelligence he shared. He only let the other know those enemies existed, along with a few of his own guesses.
As for the mystery of the number seven and some of Deathstroke's plans, he said nothing.
While telling the story, he also made plenty of gestures, sometimes imitating creatures flying, sometimes copying the way chickens walked. They meant nothing, but they were part of his rhetorical technique.
After hearing all this, White Gorilla fell into deep thought. Though he had accepted this sudden premise, he could not think of any solution for the moment.
"You're saying my world changed too?" His head turned toward his penthouse office, his brow deeply furrowed. "But I don't remember anything like that. My building, my home, it has always been like this, hasn't it?"
"Hey, pal, that's exactly the problem, okay?" Black Chimp slung an arm around his other self's shoulder. The two apes stood side by side, looking out at the bustling city beyond the window. "I may not have met more alternate-universe counterparts, but I know about them. Including me, every Detective Chimp either runs a bar or is unemployed. You're the only one playing with high-tech. Doesn't that strike you as strange?"
". Doesn't that just prove I'm smarter than all of you?" White Gorilla shot back, pointing at his own head. "After all the old-generation Superheroes died, if I hadn't stepped up, the word 'hero' would have become a joke."
Hearing this, Su Ming, who was waiting for the food by the bar, curled his lip. Thanks to the intelligence provided by Adjutant, he already knew some of the story