The Narrator, version threee

As you sit here, we tell stories for serious English philosophical people. Your beautiful mother thought that the first humans lived in caves and had much smaller brains. Myth. Wrong. Really big brains, no milk, smaller cheese.

We are the first humans, and we come from a hundred years ago this time. By the time this show is over, fourteen of us will have jumped in and blown out of time caves to the dawn of history to battle every creature that has been alive for millions of years.

We back you for your job: a complicated, confused language of emotional stimuli for their miserable English brains. We love You, but You are alone. (flute). Everything is stories for their miserable English brains.

 

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