Almost 4 o'clock and the crowds are starting to accumulate at the gates rapidly. Huge advertising boards show the name of the Colosseum and a seemingly aggressive baboon.
When a large crowd had formed on the parkinglot the gates opened. Slowly the stadium filled.
White sand covered the center. There was an X painted somewhere near the middle. One could hear tha monkeys and the smell of animals mixed with the smell of new cement and dried paint.
But that wasn't what the visitors came for. They wanted a fight, blood, and aggression. The emperor-for-a-day smiled.
When everybody had found his or her seat, the games could begin.
Blood and Gore, Violence
The loudspeakers yelled:
"Welcome, everybody, to the grand opening of Colosseum Ikorum!!" Applause.
"Today will only be a taste of what we have to offer. Today we have a gladiator fight, followed by my personal version of Antigone!" More applaus and yelling. "And there will be plenty monkeys!" The crowds were unstoppable, so it seemed, but when a large cage emerged from the sands, the rumour stopped.
Two tiny figures sat on the floor of the structure that had just appeared.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Before you are Tim, the rapist thief, and Sean, the unfriendly. They haven't eaten for a while." At that moment, a door opened. "We do have food for them. They only need to catch it."
Quickly the two prisoners opened their cage and ran towards where the food would be. Suddenly a gorrila jumped out of the darkness, and another one, and another one. 5 big gorillas now chased the two.
Sean was the slower one, and it didn't take the gorillas long to catch up. He was smacked down hard, and tumbled over the sand. He stood up, slipped inside the cage and locked the door.
Meanwhile Tim was still running, and when he saw the Sean's smart move, he ran towards the cage too, screaming to him to open the door. Sean, afraid that a gorilla would come in refused, and when Tim arrived at the cage, he was waited for by the 2 gorillas that had chased Sean. He quickly did some calculating. He turned around, to check his answer. Alas, he was right. He was smacked to the floor by a heavy, black, hairy arm. The monkeys started pulling his arms and legs, and it didn't took them much time to seperate some of them. The crowd yelled loudly every time a limb flew through the air.
"Hey Sean! Are you sitting comfortably inside that cage?" Shouted the loudspeakers. Sean shook his head. "I hope you like ants, Sean!"
At that moment, relatively big ants started appearing. "Bullet ants, all the way from Costa Rica!! It is said that one bite of these hurts more than a scorpion's sting." Sean quickly ran to the door. In his panic he couldn't open the lock. He looked behind him. The ants were almost at his heel. He climbed up the steel bars of the cage. At that moment, the gorillas lost interest in the dead Tim, and now started moving towards the cage again. Sean quickly let go of the bars, and started jumping on the ants. After about twenty seconds of jumping desperately around the cage, he passed out, squashing another couple hundred of ants as his final act.
A big bunch of bananas lured the big monkeys back to the exit, and for about 5 minutes nothing special happened, until the gorillas were gone, the gate was closed and the cage was lowered.
"What a mess!" said the loud voice. "Enter, our cleaners!"
About ten thin, whiteskinned characters entered the arena. Some had a shovel, but others only had a small stick and a helmet.
"Bury all of Tim under the X, fast! Or I'll send in the baboons!"
The ex-programmers quickly started their task by gathering the pieces, and digging a hole.
When they threw the limbs in there, the announcer said:
"That's not a hole! It's barely 10 inches!"
"But there's concrete here!" Yelled one of the programmers at a desperate tone.
"When I tell you to dig a hole, you dig a hole! Send in the baboons!"
All the gates opened and the programmers quickly came to an end. Only one was smart enough to use his shovel to defend himself. He really hurt one of the monkeys, and was shot by a sniper only instants after.
"Well, the shows over for today, dear people! We are out of criminals."
A loud 'aaaaw' erupted, followed by a standing ovation.
Writing this helps to lower one's aggression level. 
So if somebody else wants to volunteer for the next event, be my guest