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But suddenly, something changed in this man when he saw that small monkey. I tell you, I couldn't make up the look he had in his eyes. I'll never forget the screams from that monkey. I'll forever remember the look of pure pain and sadness in its eyes, it'll sit with me,the ingrained in my head, until the day I die. Don't let this man near your pets. Hell, don't let him near your family. If you see him in public, turn around and run the other way.
If you see him with his pants or belt off, it's already too late. Fight. Poke his eyes. Scratch at what you can. Defend yourself. Because if he does anything like what he did to that monkey, you'll have a hole in more places than your heart. Believe me. I've seen it at its worst.
RUN.