The monkey bares its teeth in a mocking grin. The small stick it held between two fingers swells to the size of a mooring post, which crashes down right beside you. The ground cracks under the force of the blow, and the vibrations alone cause you to lose 1 Endurance point.
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“Tut, tut, tut!” the beast threatens. “You can't teach old me how to make faces: you don't steal from the Monkey King. Now: get out of my sight!”
Trembling with fear at the colossal strength emanating from the creature, you flee the scene at 143.