You do, and the first thing you buy is that monkey you've always wanted, and then the monkey craps all over your house, steals the rest of the money and gives it to his monkey friends, you blow it on cigarettes, booze, and monkey hookers (or monkubines, if you will). You will then be on the news, as the woman who had her million dollars stolen by a monkey. Then people will point and laugh at you on the street, and you will forever be known as 'The Monkey Lady', and will become a loner and a hermit, and start collecting broken furniture and old mattresses in your yard, and forego bathing. Eventually, you will be taken away by the authorities, dragged out of the house in a thread-bare nightgown and house slippers, thinning hair done up in an askew bun, toothless mouth screaming about communists and monkeys.
I wish Enterprise hadn't been cancelled.
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I can kill you with my brain.
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