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Should have just stopped right there, maybe. We had houses, we had bread. We were doing alright
Like, don’t you dare melt that metal, Dave, no good will come of it. Just have some more bread and take a nap in the sun.
But if Dave doesn’t melt the metal, John from the other side of the river might figure out how to melt metal first, and you know Johns tribe are all assholes…
At what point does it stop being bread and start being a rock?
For a pita? About thirty-six hours.
