The man they call Primitive stands alone on the hill. His rusty (yet pointy) spear still gooey with blood from the mighty battle he fought with "The great block o' Cheeze".
On the ledge above him he can see a Finnish Hyena (?) who also will make good sport, but he can find no path to climb.
Patiently he sits down and wait for the "big Eye" to come and show him the way.
