Raw Cave, Dark Meat

Sell.

Kneel.

Bloody raids.

Rich victories.

“No, who said I love you? I don’t love you. Who said I loved you? I never said that.”

If you must talk, say, “this _____.”

 

Babies in catapults, women in trampolines.

King Chief the Brave tells his Chief Warlock where’s a good place to hide a saber blade, how about here? (Runs him through.)

 

“We are not-you.”

 

“A means to eats.”

 

“Other folks kill us, other folks take our fry. There is a burning disregard that comes down from the mountains after the snowcaps melt in September.”

 

Animal sacrifice, and the world’s first soap.

 

“Let’s go fishing?”

 

A dangerous idea, and a sabre-toothed one, a dangerous and a sabre-toothed idea.

 

“Should we move to a better cave?”

 

Someone finally says something nice.

Many centuries, no improvements.

Some language, wrong impression.

Raw cave, dark meat.

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FULL POP

 

 

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