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" I cook better than you," Nick corrected absently. " I think monkeys can probably be taught to cook better than you." " I'd like to have a monkey that cooked for me," said Jamie. " I would pay him in bananas. His name would be Alphonse." " I agree, that would be awesome." Mae said. " People would come for dinner just to see the monkey chef." " You're raving," Nick said, defrosting chicken in the microwave. Mae was a bit impressed with how he seemed to look at the appliance and instantly comprehend its mysteries, when she'd been heating up ready-made meals for years by a method of pressing random buttons and hoping. " I know that's the only way Jamie communicates with people, but I expected better of you, Mavis." " We're cutting out the whole Mavis thing right now, Nick," Mae said warningly." How many bananas would be good payment for a monkey?" Jamie wanted to know. " I would want to pay Alphonse a fair wage. "
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" Yes, sir, but the Librarian likes bananas, sir." " Very nourishin' fruit, Mr Stibbons." " Yes, sir. Although, funnily enough it's not actually a fruit, sir." " Really?" " Yes, sir. Botanically, it's a type of fish, sir. According to my theory it's cladistically associated with the Krullian pipefish, sir, which of course is also yellow and goes around in bunches or shoals." " And lives in trees?" " Well, not usually, sir. The banana is obviously exploiting a new niche." " Good heavens, really? It's a funny thing, but I've never much liked bananas and I've always been a bit suspicious of fish, too. That'd explain it. "
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" Mrs. Russell made us both sit down with a glass of milk. " And I have a special treat for you," she said. I'm not lying. She really said that. I held my breath because of the last special treat at the Daughertys', but it didn't help, because when Mrs. Russell came back, she came back with a loaf of banana bread. Banana bread! And James said, " How about we have some jam with that?" and Mrs. Russell said, " Jam? Then you wouldn't be able to taste the bananas," and James said, " Ma, I hate bananas," and she said, " But I'm sure that Doug enjoys them," and I said, " I think I'm still full from lunch, so the milk's fine," and then Mrs. Russell picked up the plate with the banana bread on it, and you might not believe this, but she started to laugh and laugh a d laugh, until Mr. Russell came out to the kitchen to see what was so funny and she showed him the banana bread and he said, " I hate bananas," and we all started to laugh until Mrs. Russell said, " I hate bananas too," and you can imagine us all laughing until we were crying and finally Mrs. Russell took the banana bread outside to break it up for the birds-" Let's hope they like bananas" -and then I showed Mr. Russell Aaron Copland's Autobiography: Manuscript Edition, and he stopped laughing. "