Bob was a different type of caveman. He questioned everything. When the elders of his tribe said they must gather food for the coming winter, he questioned that. When the elders decided to shift camp to a more suitable spot with more game and more fertile ground, he questioned that too. Which is why he wasn't very popular with the higher-ups or with the other tribes-people.
So one night, under the cover of darkness and moonlight, the council of elders had a meeting. He's a jackass, they agreed. Let's just leave him the next time we shift camp, they agreed. It is agreed. We move tomorrow at dawn!
And so they did.
That afternoon, he awoke to an empty camp. What was this nailed to his chest? We left your ass. Fuck you. Sincerely, Ug, secratary, Council of Elders.
As he lay dying on the ground from blood loss, he thought to himself, Those fuckin' bastards, why didn't they wake me...
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