10 HUMANS AREN’T FOOD
When I laid eyes on Manhattan, I remembered the first time I went to the zoo on a school field trip. We saw a variety of wild animals (and wild human children too), but I left feeling particularly afraid of the gorillas. The flared nostrils, sharp teeth, and the fold on their foreheads made them look exceptionally angry, but it was the look in their eyes that scared the bejesus out of me: Those beady marbles simmered with impatience and disgust for humans. That evening, I sat on my bed and pondered what I’d do if I ever found myself face to face with a gorilla. Now, I had the chance to find out.
“G-1342,” Manhattan said. “And?” He gestured with his giant, hairy hand for me to introduce myself.
“Claudio, sir,” I said, my voice crackling. “Claudio Chillwell.”
“Ah.”
