OMG I've been listening more to the teacher's conversations (they don't notice my ear creeping on the walls of the teacher's lounge on its spindly spider legs) and it's the students that are the monkeys they crave!

These are the old teachers, the crusty dusty old teachers with faces like Egyptian statues. I guess they've been around since before we were born, since before the beginning of the school, since before everything got set up.

Weren't they monkeys too? Or something different?

From an actual conversation I heard today:

“...Teaching a new able monkey to speak. They’re for the baby monkeys in bottles… for online betting.”