The distant future. The great Monkey King sits on his throne in the cavernous audience hall, his three senior advisers behind him ready to whisper advice. The monkey Outriders have returned with news of the war, they gallop in and then make the required formal approach, leaping on certain tiles in order then bowing low. Next there is the ritual exchange of greetings and honorifics which takes some time, then a brief silence. At this tense moment the most senior adviser decides to do an under-arm fart impression. Everyone stares at him for a moment and then collapses in laughter. Typical monkeys, I think.