Why, Dr. Zaius? Why?
After a rough day sitting around waiting for my number to be called (
I am not a number! I am a human being!), eating what passes for a chicken salad sandwich in the DuPage County Courts building (really, if this is what they feed innocent prospective jurors, what on earth do the feed the
prisoners?), and trying to read as much of
The Watchmen as I can before the movie comes out, I come home to this:

Why do you do that to us,
Dr. Zaius? Don't even bother trying to explain this to a nauseated public: