“Excuse me Marty, but what would you say is your favorite color?”

“That’s an odd question. I suppose green if I had to pick one.”

“How do you feel about orange?”

Marty turned to look at his body which had changed to a deep orange with black stripes. “This will simply not do. I can’t be orange!” Marty was exasperated. “What is something calm and most importantly not going to make me stick out like a sore thumb?”

The monkey thought and he thought. Maybe a bit of that white flower down there. He gobbled it down in one bite, “I’m no longer orange and I can’t hear normally. What did you have me take?