The Primitive one, taking a rest from the endless slaughters on the hill (KOTH), wanders the dessert seeking a place of silence for his meditations. The time had come to seek the answers to some of the eternal questions confronting mankind:
Does God exist ?
What are the meaning of life ?
Why did the chicken cross the road ?
Are those real ?
Finding a perfect place of solitude, the Primitive one sits down in Lotus position, smokes the holy weed and opens his mind to the void.
Free beer – free beer – free beer – free beer – free beer
Satisfied with the answer, Primitive finds his rusty (yet pointy) spear and hikes to the new cantina. Good to be back Tigga
