“The thing about him is that Elvis doesn’t care. He doesn’t give a fuck."

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Between 1963 and 1965, the chimpanzee was very much a part of the Memphis Mafia. Elvis bought him for a couple of hundred bucks. He was a funny little dude. He learned how to dress himself and we had these little suits and ties for him. He learned to do a lot of other things, with Presley’s patient training. He had a dreadful habit of molesting himself in front of ladies, particularly when he had a few drinks. Man, old Scatter was a damn alcoholic. Never stopped drinking. He would get drunk and start going crazy, doing flips all over the house and yelling like a madman. One day when he had had too much to drink, he completely ruined the entire telephone system in the house. It took the telephone repairman three days to fix it. Presley had another little prank, He would dress the chimp in his Sunday best and then put him in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. A chauffeur-driven rock ’n’ roll singer was bad enough, but a chauffeur-driven monkey? Disgraceful!