The monkeys have been gazing upon you cheerily, but your gesture towards the ball cap your wearing draws their attention up, and you can see their expressions simultaneously change. There is a moment of silence before the most rageful of the speaks. "Is that a Bengals hat?" You don't know how to answer, but they don't give you the chance; the simians descend upon you in a horde, tearing apart your hat, your hair, your scalp, skull, brain...well, they keep going.