The caveman watched his son with pity. The boy sat cross legged, smiling vacantly at the night sky. He should have drowned him. Theirs was no life for the weak.
The boy glanced at his father with pity. How could he begin to comprehend the infinite totality of their existence?
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Joe Ugg had everything a caveman desired: a wife, two children, a cave, and a wheel.
However, the news of an addition to the family meant the need to upsize quickly.
Sadly, he struggled to sell his home, as the children’s scribbling on the cave walls was impossible to remove.
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“Steef, plead case,” said the judge.
“Girac keep cave security deposit. Me want it back.”
“Girac, what is defense?”
“You honor, he paint buffalo on walls! Look, I paint them to show court.”
“Judge, want add copyright infringement to suit. Girac unlegally reproduce Steef paintings,” added Steef.
“Verdict for defense.”
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“We share everything. I stay in cave. You hunt. Prey’s body is mine; head and tail are yours.”
The bigger one was infatuated with the other’s beauty. “What should we call this?”
“Good. And you won’t leave me until we die.”
“Agreed. I love you!”
“What does that mean?”
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