So here I am, sitting on a park bench playing with my money, when I hear this loud noise (more of a loud buzzing noise really). Normally I don't pay much attention to things like loud noises, my concentration being more precious than gold, but this time I couldn't help but look around to find the source. I didn't see anything. I shrugged it off and went back to playing with my monkey (his name is Strat Monkey btw). A couple hours passed, the sun set, rose, etc. Finally, after a couple days, I got tired of the noise and stood up from the bench.
"Oi!" I says, trying my best to look serious, "what the hell is that noise?" Nobody answered me. The noise continued unabated. I sat down and started playing with my monkey again. Three years later I looked up to find someone staring at me.

"Yes, I'm playing with my monkey." I informed the stranger. He shrugged and walked away. It was around this time I noticed a strange tugging sensation on the top of my head.

"That's odd, there's a strange tugging sensation on the top of my head." I said to myself. The loud drilling noise stopped.

"I'm sorry," a voice said above me, "it'll only last a minute." After a minute a green alien jumped off my head, onto the bench, and kicked my monkey. In his hand was a small hand drill (the kind you use two hands for.

"Oi! You kicked my monkey." I exclaimed. The little alien flipped me off and ran away down the street. And that's why I never eat ice cream.