"Heard they have a few down at simian-mart." Calvin replied.

"Idiot! That's ten miles from here!" exclaimed his sidekick.

"Jolly good thing I'm here, then..." said a mysterious voice from behing the bar.

Kicked by the ape on it's way out the man with the mysterious voice had decided to make it his business.

"Legs! I thought I'd driven you out of town!" shouted Calvin at the mysterious man.

"Maybe you should rethink that, then..." stated the voice.

Never mind that man, we need an ape, and fast.

Okay, as you wish.

Puzzled by the sudden disappearance of their speech designators (those small bits of prose that said "...said [whoever said it]" and helped the reader follow a conversation), everyone in the dining establishment stood momentarily dumbfounded.

Quasi-understanding gloriously came to them, in a dream.