There was only so much attention that someone dancing musically to disco could draw. Sure, a strange world, filled with books after what felt like a dying, dancing randomly could pull attention from that. No problem. Hell, it could snatch his focus away even when their was a skimpy dressed young woman, with ease that bordered on herculean. However, when a giant ape appeared out of nowhere, and stood in front of them, that was the exact moment, like a pullet hitting the sharpened end of a dart at the center of a bulls-eye, when Jimmy forgot all about the dancer. He, along with the rest of the world became the furthest thing from the confused individuals mind. 

"Huh?" Jimmy muttered, turning away from the dancer to look at the gorilla. (he hoped the thing couldn't read thoughts because he doubted apes with a fashion sense saw being mixed up with monkeys as a compliment.) "I'm not sure which is odder, a library without books, or a gorilla with a hat"(the rest of the outfit worked fine in his point of view.) He opened his mouth again, to ask the ape(not feeling self conscious at all about talking to it) if it knew where they were, or why they were there, or any of the other questions that were bouncing around in his mind like he would be. The words never left his mouth, but instead crawled down to his gut and hid for safety. The gorilla wasn't a happy camper, or city folk, whatever. Apparently, Jimmy did something wrong, at least that's what he lacked to think since unwarranted aggression made him feel like his earlier fear that the universe was out to get him might have some merit. 

Fighting was never something Jimmy did, and he never watched it on the television. He read it, or saw pictures of it, occasionally, but that, along with sex scenes, was just something you never got a good feel for from a book, but, if anyone asked his opinion on the matter, the ape knew how to fight, because the first mistake he, and he was certain a lot of others with his background, would do if he wanted to cause harm was hesitate. The damn thing didn't do that. It let him know it was pissed, and then it swung that tree trunk, or arm, at him like he had taken the thing's last banana. Of course, there wasn't time to react, much less move out of the way, and bringing up a limb for defense would've only led to a broken arm. So, the strike connected. Oddly enough, there was a flash of silvery white light that exploded into the world around him just before the impact. He went flying yes, but he didn't die, which he wouldn't realize for some time later.

At least several objects tried to stop him from his unwanted journey through the air. One of them had to have been a shelf of books, the last one, almost certainly. It was possible the books had been left on the floor before he got there, but it was doubtful. Quickly, after a few seconds of daze, he tried to get to his feet, but felt that his chest was still sore from where the limb had hit him like a truck with a lead foot on the gas peddle. "Ouch." He mumbled, getting to his feet. "Freaking jerk." He spat the world like a hot candy someone once told him was cherry flavored. "Hey!" He yelled just as someone was jumping at the ape's head. "I'm not a pinball damn it!" He bent down to grab the nearest book, ignoring all the soreness in his body, and flung it at the ape, not really aiming for anything since he doubted it would do any good, and anyways, the damn thing was too big to miss.