I do the thing. You tell me to do thing,

I do the thing. You tell me to do thing, I do it. I no ask question. Just do the thing. You got thing for me to do? I do it. Tell me to do thing.

yeah, i would do it but you see that box of sockets over there? me neither, the raiders took all of our good tools in their last invasion

All they left us with is three cogs, two screws, a paperclip, two sticks of chewing gum, a feather, 28 inches of yarn, a cicada shell, half a marble, and a glue stick. How are we

Supposed to live off of that?!?!? No. We wouldn't. We hatched a plan to assassinate their leader and steal their resources. We had to take by force in order to survive.

This is how we came to know the dark arts of Satan. They are very useful for

summoning the dead with misschievous intent. One cold bleak night we gathered under the full moonlight and summoned a giant woolley mammoth. This was going to be fun I thought..

Wrong. After the giant woolley mammoth impaled Jimmy it crashed into the mummy case releasing Ötzi the iceman whose cold clammy fingers wrapped around my neck and squeezed

like I was a wet towel. I tried to shout for Jimmy, not yet realising that he was dead, but Ötzi of the arctic strangled the words out of me. My only recourse was to reach for a

Chalcolithic weapon set he carried. I managed to strike his head, then shot an arrow in his back when he fled. He stumbled and fell dead, face down. And that's how they found him.