[ WP ] You are a gorilla with superhuman intelligence , enrolled in college . Write about your bananigans .

Bubbles had finally done it; he finally managed to become a pledge brother for Alpha Rho Epsilon ( better known around campus as APE ). Everything about the APE life appealed to Bubbles. He loved upside down visors, throwing poop was one of his best abilities, and who does n't like getting to wave their junk at a ton of people? Throw binge drinking into the mix, and only wonderful things could happen when you are a hyper intelligent ape. 
 
 That night there was a huge party at the APE house. At least 200 people from across different frats and sororities across campus came. The party theme: jungle. This was Bubble ’ s time to shine. Dressed in his Tarzan grass skirt and hula flowers, Bubbles was tasked with carrying around the 2 gallon jug of jungle juice. As he bounced between different groups of people, Bubbles began to consume more and more drinks. 
 
 The night raged on, more drinks were had, and eventually the jungle juice was completely finished, most of it by Bubbles. Bubbles lifted up the empty Gatorade jug with both of his arms, held it over his head before hurling at the living room bay window. Glass smashed to the floor as everyone still at the party turned to look at the excitement. Bubbles pooped in his hand, threw it at the party guests, before pooping again and then proceeding to smear it on the walls. The music stopped, shouting commenced, and Bubbles ran out of the broken window towards campus. 
 
 He approached the administration building, having been here earlier in the week when he met the president, and proceeded to climb the adjacent tree. From high up on the branch, Bubbles swung himself into the window of the president ’ s office, smashing through the glass and setting off an alarm as he tumbled to the ground. 
 
 Bubbles stood up, brushed the dirt and broken glass off, and then began to poop. He pooped everywhere, on everything. He smeared it on the walls, he pooped in the desk drawers; he even pooped in the chandelier. The paintings on the walls, covered in poop, the suit of armor next to the door, covered in poop, Bubbles managed to coat the world with his amazing abilities. 
 
 Outside of the building three police cars roll up with their lights on, followed by an animal control officer. A few ape bites later, two rabies shots and a tetanus shot, and about twelve tranquilizer darts, everyone was back where they should be. 
 
 As Bubbles awoke, he noticed his head, arms and legs were all strapped down to a metal table and he looked around frantically, causing the table to scratch along the ground. A man in a white lab coat walks up to Bubbles with a gas mask in hand. As the man places the mask over Bubbles mouth, a power drill is heard off in the distance. The man looks Bubbles in the eyes before saying in a very soothing voice, “ time for another round… ”. 
 
 A sly smile appears on the man ’ s face as he is handed the drill. The roar of the drill is echoed in the background before Bubbles drifts off to sleep. 

