"The thing is," you tell the expectant simian, "I haven't quite found my phone yet. You see, I left it in my home, but now my home is a jungle..."
"Well," the chieftain answers, "if it's around here, my lot will find it." With a wave, the army of onlookers darts away in every direction, hot on the trail of your cell phone. You look a little, too, but your efforts feel marginal with the team at work. You're kicking around some leaves when you hear a buzz from nearby. So nearby, in fact, that you can feel it. The others hear it, too, and they're all looking at you.
Slowly, hesitantly, you reach in your pocket and pull out your cell phone; has it been there all along? The monkeys wear a mixture of faces, but their leader is clearly enraged. "He tried to trick us! Get him!"
"No!" you shout, trying to defend your innocence with ignorance, but your cries won't be heard over the shrieking formation falling on you now. They hit you as a single mass, pummelling you into the earth before ripping you apart.