Monkey King straightens up, fixing an inquisitive eye on you. There's curiosity in that gaze, mixed with a touch of… Boredom.

It leans on its shrinkable staff which is also able to grow, scrutinising you from tail to head. It smirks, a glint of playful challenge in its red eyes.

Is there some particular reason you're interrupting Great Me when he just so happens to be relaxing.

It asks with sarcasm.