It appears that Mike Nelson and I think along the same lines:

Earlier this year, pioneering monkeys Elmo, Gum, Heather, Holly, Mistletoe and Rowan produced what can only be described as the magnum opus of monkey literature. Five pages long, composed on a computer, it consisted of a whole lot of S's, a few A's, J's, L's and an M or two. Yet when it was completed, monkeys and monkey lovers everywhere hailed it as a major achievement. I hate to sound like a spoil sport, but I could do that. And in less time, I'll bet.

The monkeys, the often arrogant Sulawesi crested macaques, also urinated and defecated on the computer and hit it with a rock. Again, I could do that.

As a writer myself, and one who is unafraid to viciously defend his turf, I have a question for Elmo, Gum, Heather, Holly, Mistletoe and Rowan: is that all you got? Huh? I thought so.