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You dedicate your life, deprived of a choice as a Caveman's bitch. His name is to you, Rocky. Who's occupation is to forge objects, and alter their appearance to create new ones.
You sit down by the fire, watching in boredom, yet fascination, the Caveman as he sits by the cave, tucking ravenously into a chunk of meat, that he had recently killed previously, roasted thoroughly on the fire, sprayed with salt, and thrown onto the ground, screaming at you to defend his meat.
You have been starved of food for almost a whole day..Dawn is breaking..And your stomach is protesting like a lawnmower, or a rusty coach you had seen on the TV.
Wonderful.
Oh how you would delight in tucking into that meat...
You soon covet him and his..Dastardly temptational meat.
This selfish bastard WILL feed you..No matter how mad he may become.
The shackles on your feet cling as you change the position of your legs.
'Shit..'
It doesn't matter, this prehistoric asshole couldn't possibly have secured the locks on this thing when he was building it.
You sit down by the fire, watching in boredom, yet fascination, the Caveman as he sits by the cave, tucking ravenously into a chunk of meat, that he had recently killed previously, roasted thoroughly on the fire, sprayed with salt, and thrown onto the ground, screaming at you to defend his meat.
You have been starved of food for almost a whole day..Dawn is breaking..And your stomach is protesting like a lawnmower, or a rusty coach you had seen on the TV.
Wonderful.
Oh how you would delight in tucking into that meat...
You soon covet him and his..Dastardly temptational meat.
This selfish bastard WILL feed you..No matter how mad he may become.
The shackles on your feet cling as you change the position of your legs.
'Shit..'
It doesn't matter, this prehistoric asshole couldn't possibly have secured the locks on this thing when he was building it.