"When their banana peels vulcanize, the queen of sulfur will disunite causing mass hysteria and convoluted crypt dances."
Summoned from a Pompeian civilization and forced to serve mankind in unkind provisions; the Simian Washboard told a truth so bold, so uncommonly wistful, so decrepit in tattered flesh that the humans began to grimace for eternity. Man contained various fringe species in hopes of power and benevolence. What man did not expect was the maladaptive consequences that came with such brutish assumptions. For centuries, they harvested and experimented with a sludge of sorts and uncooperative demons. The Simian Washboard wouldn't obey.The howling of the creature grew louder and substantially inferior until finally deafening the populus. Aborigines tell the tale of a too far gone society where the Simian Washboard spins the galaxy causing man to think diligently in his conquest for absolute solace.With each milky way that disintegrates, another Simian Washboard rises from the ruin that is Earth to remind homosapiens alike that the stringent soliloquy of judgement hour is upon us./P