Chuck kept struggling long after the chimpanzees came off of him. He was badly battered, bruised all over and covered in scratches and even bitemarks, it was kind of nasty to look at and most people would've called an ambulance right then and there. Chuck, however, was fine. Not fine-fine, he'd just been beaten on by a horde (he'd call it a horde) of angry primates but the damage wasn't as bad as it should've been. As soon as he realized that he was swatting at air he stopped and looked around, spotting the large gorilla. It was once again clothed and was now...grovelling? It was a bit hard to tell, one of his eyes was swelling up. Chuck's, not the gorilla's. Chuck, still lying on the floor, only had one thing to say regarding the entire situation.

"...the fuck?".