The street chef was roasting a chicken on a portable rotisserie and had begun to hand-crank it to ensure all areas were evenly done. It was now getting golden brown and juices were causing some flames to lick the chicken as he turned it.

Just then, a passing drunk stumbled into the guy’s cart, looked at the scene and exclaimed: “Hey buddy, not only is your music box not making any music, but your monkey’s on fire!”