Like an old seasoned rhesus monkey training a pair of young monkeys in the fine art of fig gathering, sometimes I have to take it upon myself to show new Whynatte drinkers how it’s done.

True, I’ve been in this here latte game for some time now, and true, these days I have servents that do most of my Whynatte drinking. But still, every now and then, old grandpa rhesus has to climb the proverbial fig tree, get all high up in the canopy, and grunt it out over the occasional Whynatte.

Even as deadly lasers shoot past my head, I remain calm and collected.