All we really need is a slab of meat and a cave. That can be difficult to come by. All we need is a buddy with a slab of meat and a cave. To have a friend, they say you must be a friend. So we try to be good company. So while you skun out that nice musk ox, I'll sing a little song or tell an amusing story. You won't feel bad about sharing your stuff. Art and society seem like pretty good ideas. I suppose if you don't like my singing, you could bash me in the head and throw me in the soup. Then you would have an amusing story to tell next time about some guy's latest song that wasn't quite up to snuff.
So at the dawn of time, we have the birth of criticism and art and organization. None of us alone can eat a whole musk ox before it goes off. Like wise, some of the beasts of the field can be quite a handful, when on our own, as well.
I guess all I'm saying today is, let's get along.
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