There’s this old grandpa dressed in a monkey suit, who wants to be known as grandpa monkey.

But you’re a wrinkly old man with nasty genitals, says one of his descendants.

I have evolved, says the grandpa, Besides, I’ve fallen in love with a monkey maiden.

But you’re too old to be in love.

I am not. I plan to live in a jungle with my monkey bride, and build a nest high in the trees and have love with her.

But you’re too old to have love.

I am not. We plan to have love until the trees are filled with monkey children.

But you’re just a wrinkly old man with nasty genitals wearing a monkey suit.

I am not. I’m a monkey who dressed himself in a monkey suit.

And with that he took off his monkey suit, and showed them that there was a monkey under his monkey suit.

Congratulations, you wrinkly old man with nasty genitals, you’re a monkey!

Little did they know that the monkey under the first monkey suit was yet another monkey suit, and that under that was the same wrinkly old man with nasty genitals. . . .