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Arnold, our Orangutan in charge of sorting monster files has requested permission to clarify the Honkit problem.

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Translated from Native Orangutanian.
"Were the Honkit dropped directly on Aubrey, it would be terrifying, yet a minimal threat. Easily punted off into the void, where it would cease being a bother."

"Unfortunately, this was not the case."

"Due to Barnabas's miscalulation, the Honkit has been deployed somewhere out in the field. What this means is that the Honkit is presumably going to settle in, stealing keys and whatnot, and trying to goad other, more dangerous targets into attacking."

"Lastly, if you DO manage to trip the Honkit, rendering it harmless, whatever you do, DO NOT SQUEEZE THE NOSE. The honking noise might bring brief amusement, but doing so causes the Honkit to feel a degree of pure clownish rage unseen since the silent war between the Honkit's and the Mimeo's."

Thank you Arnold.

Unfortunately, the warehouse has been a managing mess for several decades now. We have literal tons of paperwork and redtape being sorted through. Combined with the warehouse being large enough that several thousand monkeys have been lost, and that our only sign they are still alive is the lights in the distance indicating they have formed tribes between the Arcane Implement storage and the Banana Dispensary.

Once we sort through all the paperwork and determine what, exactly, we have in stock, who works for us, how many fines we need to pay for harboring transdimensional miscreants, and so on and so forth, we can find where our employee training manuals went. Or why almost entirely the warehouse staff consists of various kinds of simian.