The zoo monkeys are not used to having a king. And, by all standards of divine right, providence and succession, Sun Wukong is not a king to them; they already have a functional pseudo-democratic meritocracy going on, as mortal monkeys do. Sun Wukong misses his old hoard of demon monkeys, more than he misses being their king.
He still enjoys the zoo monkeys' company, though. Even with their strange accents from around the world, at least there are creatures that still think and act like him, though they regard him as a fossil or an anomaly. Company is company, as the old saying goes.
So when a white wolf trots into the exhibit, Sun Wukong flies out the enclosure and brandishes his staff. Wolves can eat monkeys, and by this one's aura this one is a powerful one. Then, he remembers where he's seen this particular wolf before.
"Oh, it's you Sun-god." Great, just great. One of heaven's, though not someone he's personally offended. Sun Wukong does not look forward to dealing with Heaven ever, though, because most of them either hate him or have completely forgotten about his existence. He's not sure which bothers him more.
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He still enjoys the zoo monkeys' company, though. Even with their strange accents from around the world, at least there are creatures that still think and act like him, though they regard him as a fossil or an anomaly. Company is company, as the old saying goes.
So when a white wolf trots into the exhibit, Sun Wukong flies out the enclosure and brandishes his staff. Wolves can eat monkeys, and by this one's aura this one is a powerful one. Then, he remembers where he's seen this particular wolf before.
"Oh, it's you Sun-god." Great, just great. One of heaven's, though not someone he's personally offended. Sun Wukong does not look forward to dealing with Heaven ever, though, because most of them either hate him or have completely forgotten about his existence. He's not sure which bothers him more.