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It was dark. The sky glittered with uncounted stars. The knight was clear and crisp besides for one gray cloud, the first smoke ever created by people. It puffed out a large crevice in the mountain, an orange flickering light moved the rocks at the opening of the cave. Fire had been accomplished.

“What did I tell you I am a genius,” Hon said, moving his hands in a dramatic arc.

“I had a feeling that a strong base reacts with a strong acid, just like I said I’m reel the genus. You better thank me for making you put safety protection!” Mike exclaimed.

“Ha ha… your safety gear was wood look at them burning now! All that carbon turning, by combustion, into carbon dioxide. Do you think this will be bad for the environment… melting the polar caps?” Hon rambled.

“Nah, you think of the most ridiculous things, and ice on the polar caps? Get real Hon,” 

“Ya, they’re magnetic fields!” 

“What do magnetics taste like?”

“They are not edible!”

“Why grow fields of inedible crops?”

“Mike, it’s true,”

“And a jolly old elf lives on one!”

“Well… actually… one does!”

“I said get real Hon!” they were seated near a fire in their cave. “Hon, the other men are coming soon to bring in the hunt, lets surprise them, they will be like, ‘big light thingy, the maker of light will be chief! Big light chief!’ and we will be like ‘Sup, dudes, now that we are your chiefs give us all the hamburgers!”

“What are hamburgers?”

“Out of all the people I thought that you, Hon, would know what a hamburger is!”

The light was flickering, morphing the rocks outside the cave when the men came, powerful men. Carrying enormous weapons, their shapes appeared in the cave’s entrance. The two men within struck a gallant pose. The shadows stopped, “it’s fish and beef for dinner boys!… What in the world is that…” The cave men said

“Light!” Mike proposed loudly, “Sup, dudes, now that we are your chiefs give us all the hamburgers!” He met no cheers, only silence.

“What is he talking about?” one man raised a brow, breaking the hush. The companions were whispering rapidly in a huddle. The men could hear everything they said,

“Mike, you said it too soon!” hissed Hon.

“It’s not like I could tell when to say it!” Mike retorted

“It is all about timing! You may be smart but when it comes to presentation, you’re a mess!” raged Hon.

“Look, we can save this, you try!” Mike compromised. The men in the entrance stared at them as if they had turned into a gumball. “What are you waiting for, they are staring at us as if we turned into a gumball, get going!” then Hon turned on his heel addressing the men and said dramatically,

“Look what we have made, a tool vital to survival, although it may have future damage to the polar caps…” Mike glared at him, “it is a sine of our strength and we are the creator of this, this, um,” Hons face fell at the loss of words, but then brightened at the perfect name, “this Light of Hon!” Mike elbowed him sharply in the ribs. The two men huddled again and whispered loudly, turning their backs on the men. Now every eyebrow was raised as the quite audible whispers of the weirdos floated to their ears.

“It is not Light of Hon!” Mike fumed.

“Then what do we call it!”

“Light of Mike The Great, of course!” Mike hissed emphatically,

“No, that is a horrible name!”

“Yours was worse! It is definitely Light of Mike The Great!”

“No, it’s Light of Hon!”

“So it can’t be one of our names, let’s make one up,” Hon said sulkily. 

“I’ve got one, what about Boom-Stuf, no that won’t do, Fire!”

“Na,”

“Hon?” after a time pondering the name Hon turned to the entrance of the cave,

“It is Fire!” the men were no longer there, they were contentedly cooking there killed by the fire, “You weren’t even listening!” Hon waled,

“Our meat was getting cold. Do you want a hamburger?”