Wordplay

Journal entry 2:

As I am writing this, the guard-monkey is laughing. I'm not sure why, only that it has something to do with me writing. He could be laughing at our language, but I think he's laughing because I'm writing this just minutes before I may die. He doesn't know our secret.

Me and Deken had barely escaped the KillMonkey's deadly trap, when we were caught by the famed Monkey-Guard of the Monkey Drome. As a unit they are called the Monkey-Guard, but individually they are Guard-Monkeys. Strange, I know. I'm not sure what they are famed for, they remind me of the guards and policemen on Earth. They did capture us fairly easily, due to the after-effects of the KillMonkey's pheremones. Now we are in seperate cells underneath the Monkey Drome. I can hear the crowd, their bloodthirsty chants echo through my cell.

Now the Monkey Queen has decided that one of us shall live. She has forced us into a verbal battle, to the death. Our opponents? Each other...