The beginning! (or Why do they let me have a keyboard!?)
It was Steve. Well kind of. You see, Steve was one of those “gifted” guys, and as everyone walked around naked all day, someone always stepped or tripped over the spotted jungle beast. Words like “Goddammit Steve!!” and “Eew” was heard all day long, every day, until in the middle of a “WTH!” and “I am f*****g trying to eat here!” Bob came up to him, and said:
“Steve, I..amm.. you see… I think..that some people.. seem to think… that it could be that we might have a problem here.”
Steve sighed deeply. “FINE!” He said. “I will put the tiger in a cage”.
“Say what?!” Said Bobby.
“I will tame the dragon!” said Steve.
“I don’t know what that guy is talking about half the time” mumbled Jenny, who was – everyone agreed – well educated and worth listening to. Most of the others hummed in concurrence, since they figured that she could possibly be right.
And then it came to be, that Steve wouldn’t hear more of it. He was gone for a jiffy and then, he came back and wore the most appealing garment, and everybody jaws just dropped.
“Well, I hope you are all happy!” Said Steve.
He cleared his throat and announced:
“I have wrapped the sandwich!”.
“The what what?” Said someone.
He stroke a pose with his hand to the hip, straightened his back and declared. “The are wonderful and I call them pants!”, with what he hoped was the most defiant voice they had ever heard.
The long following silence was finally broken when Kenny – who never got to say much – blurted: “But they are all gray and pressed!”.
“Yes, Ken” said Steve. “Because I am a winter, and gray goes with anything”.
“Chops and gravy, lovely!” Said Bob, and everybody hugged.
I am so sorry, but I was bored. Also, somebody already said something about Neanderthals.