The frantic gorilla approaches you, jet black mane glistening in the sun. You aren’t afraid of him, and he doesn’t seem to be afraid of you, but obviously something is troubling him. He crawls over, nestling you in such a way that it almost seems as if he wanted to conceal his conversation with you.
“Listen kid, I don’t have much time,” the gorilla said, nervously shifting his weight.
“It’s seems fate has brought us together, and similarly the fate of humanity is now in your hands.” He stopped, looking up abruptly at the trees, then hurriedly carrying on
“You have to tell the president that by 2020 China will have developed a-“ his sentence was cut short by a gunshot ripping through the air. You turn, looking to the nervous guards stationed around the perimeter. They look like they have no idea where that came from. You notice that all their weapons are safely holstered, as if they never planned to use them. Out of the corner of your eye you see something and upon closer inspection you notice a man in the trees that Harambe, the desperate gorilla, now lying dead beside you, had glanced at earlier. You can just barely make out the Chinese flag on his red bandanna. Once the man realized you had spotted him, he lifted up his rifle, looking to make another shot. Just then he received a command on his earpiece, and made a stealthy exit.

It has been years since that experience, and in that time you have come to learn of several media coverups to hide any news about any experimental testing done to Harambe by the Chinese communist party. As C.I.A. Agent Cummy informs you regularly tells you; “Your name has been villianized in the media to ensure that you could never reveal the true nature of Harambe’s arrival at the Cincinnati Zoo. It’s wasn’t your fault that he died, those darn commies were planning to take him out for a while, you just gave them an opportunity.