The days passed and the entire 2nd army of the Red Mankeys found themselves in a comfortable position. They had food. They had water. They had everything they needed in order to survive.
Somehow, they had found themselves with the humans more and more. It started with the simple bargaining system. Some food in exchange for the bioluminescent algae. Then, the Red Mankeys discovered beer. They wanted to trade for that too.
"General, we beg of you. Please. We must have this beer!" said the platoon leader to their leader.
The beret-wearing general pursed his lips. "I don't know what you all are raving about. It's just alcohol! We can brew that ourselves!"
"But not this one, sir!"
The Red Mankey gave frothing, cold beer to their general. "Have a taste."
Curious, the general eventually took a single sip. And as soon as he did, his eyes widened with great surprise. And unbeknownst to him, he wanted to keep drinking more and more of it.
