Kevan Smith - Cold

Shaking snow off his bear-hide Grog trudges into the cave.

“Corrrr, bloody cold out there.  Freeze tha tits offya mammoth”.  He kicks the sabre-tooth skull down the back of the cave.

“Awwww Grog darlinnnggg, don’t mess the place up ya big hairy slob” minces Og.  “Pterry, my big bird flew today but was so cold she couldn’t get off the cliff, so she laid an egg.  That’s tonight’s din-dins.”

“Fair dinkum, gotta stop livin’ with mates n’ go find a woman” grunts Grog.

“Only if you can catch-n-club one darrrlllinnng” snipes Og.

“Farrrr-out, you’ll be the death of us Og."