The neon lights of the Monkey Bureau’s strategic command flickered as Super Monkey touched down on the helipad. Below, the chaos of a standard round 85 was in full swing: ceramic bloons swarmed the final bend, and a lone MOAB-class blimp groaned under the fire of three Sun God temples.
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He reached for another dart. “Start the next round.” The neon lights of the Monkey Bureau’s strategic
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