“I need some money,” Dick said. “What would you say would be a fair monetary value for the services I rendered?”
“What services are they that you think you rendered?” Ed asked in his typical monkish monotone.
“You sound sanctimonious to me,” Dick responded. “The last thing I need from you is some kind of sermon.”
“Fair enough,” said Ed. “Go ahead with your demonstration.”
“Among other things,” Dick said, “I have spent months training these common monkeys to shell almonds and to make lemonade from lemons.”
“As monotonous as I find your monologue, I have monitored your progress and I am experiencing a certain sense of harmony,” Ed said. “Therefore, I have summoned my jeweler and asked him to fetch a diamond suitable for monarchs and monsters alike.”
“That’s very generous of you,” Dick said. “That will be a big help with respect to my alimony payments.”
“Good,” said Ed. “Now please join me for dinner tonight. We’re serving salmon and monkfish. And perhaps for dessert you’d like two scoops of either cinnamon or spumone ice cream.”
“That would be monumental,” said Dick.
This bit of silliness wash written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. The challenge was to use the letters “mon” in a word or use it as a word by itself.