Wukong yawns and rubs the back of his neck.<br/><br/>"Am I?  I was just catching up on some light reading, contemplating the nature of things."<br/><br/>He holds up his book and grins.<br/><br/>"Apparently I am to wage war on Heaven.  Or maybe that's something I already did.  Hard to tell with this.  It's quite imaginative.  And the Festival..."<br/><br/>He puts a finger to his lips.<br/><br/>"The Festival will not suffer due to a lack of my presence.  The others will enjoy themselves more if I am not stealing the spotlight.  And...ah, but the last thing is my secret!  I cannot tell you.  But it is vitally important that I not go amongst the people and indulge my usual whims."