Imagine being Grug the caveman. Ghad the Smoothtalker and his buddies come along and speak about a clubless utopia where no murders occur.
Ghad promised he'd protect the tribe with his buddies as they're responsible club owners.
The women in Grug's tribe pressure his tribe to turn in their clubs to Ghad to obtain utopia.
Now Grug is crying as he watches Ghad and his buddies abuse the defenseless women & men of his tribe.
Don't be Grug.
Grug berrypicker as fuck.
Be man like Thag. Thag kill any burntman or longnose he find.
Thag sleep on bed of female's loincloth.
Those who beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks, will always end up plowing and gardening for those that don't.
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