Monkey discovered termites living in his house. "And they're not paying rent!" he complained. "There's only room for one freeloader and that's me. Besides, they're eating us out of house and home."

He thought the cliche very clever, but termite people roll their eyes every time they hear someone think they're clever saying it.

Opice knocked on wood and asked to speak with the titular termite, but was told the Queen only talks to the King. So he asked to speak to the King and got told by the Worker he needed an appointment. When he asked to make an appointment, the Worker shrugged, "That'd be the Social Secretary caste's job."

"Awwwe come on," Monkey knew where this was going because the only other 'caste' termites have is 'Soldier.' "You don't got Secretaries."

"Yes, we do. Our Queen believes in meritocracy. I've already worked my way up to Press Liaison. Why else would I be talking to you?"

"You're kidding?" Opice challenged.

'Yeah, kidding. Royalty never shares power. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a structural beam that I'm supposed to be crunching and delivering to the squadron leader."