Problems kept piling up, one on top of the other, and Jimmy was not a fan.
Moments ago, he tried his best to work with the fact that three brigades of cavemen, totalling over a thousand people, were coming for his people, and were ready to fight to the end just to lay claim over the grasslands. He thought that such a great amount of cavemen willing to risk their lives for the grasslands was insane, and yet, he learned that yet another thousand people were close to attacking his tribe from behind, which was utterly manic!
"They're trying to fucking surround us! How fucking smart!" He yelled out, "Where did they even find two thousand people? How are they not being eaten by dinosaurs on their way here! Where are those fuckass giants when you need them?"
"What's going on?" Anna asked, "What do you mean two thousand? Are you saying there are a thousand people on the grasslands right now?"
