Primal Page #2

There's a few things

I want to just check.

- What do I do with this?

- Chuck it in the back?

Mine and mine.

- Where's... where's my bag?

- It's mine.

Which way?

Here.

The mossies are psychotic.

Finally.

Pookie,

I'm gonna put you there.

Hi, baby.

Wait, wait, wait.

Pookie doesn't need

to see this.

Ah, to be young

and in love.

Ah, to be young

and f***ing.

Where's Dace

and Kris?

Speaking of

young and f***ing.

They're not.

Give them time.

They're at

the rock painting.

Is it good?

Oh, you know, there's rock.

There's paint.

Ticks all the boxes.

Hey, check this out.

Whoa, billabong!

Well, I wouldn't drink

from it.

If you want water,

there's a brook

a little further on.

Great for swimming in,

though.

Great for swimming?

That sentence

makes no sense.

It's just a bunch of words

randomly shoved together.

Jesus, Mel,

a little bit of respect.

What the f***?

F***ing insects.

Oh, here.

Come on, I'll show you

those rock paintings.

Whoa, nobody's seen this

painting for 120 years.

Okay, Dace,

what's it all mean?

Well,

as near as I can tell,

it means

I'm gonna get published,

get a doctorate,

and get a job on TV.

What is that?

That is gruesome.

Looks like weird squid porn,

if you ask me.

Well, it does.

This color here,

this pigmentation,

it's usually related to death

or danger or something.

Hey, hey!

What?

Don't touch it.

Sorry.

Do you want

to go get dinner on?

Love to.

Just after

I've poked out my eyeballs

and inserted them

up my anus.

Anus later.

Dinner first.

So what do you think?

I think it's beautiful.

No, what do you think

it's about?

Well, I could be wrong,

but I think

it's about that.

You reckon?

I don't know.

Probably not.

No, no, no.

You could be right.

But if you ask me,

I think it's about that.

Typical.

What?

Why?

No reason.

No, I'm being serious.

I think that's the crux

of it all.

I know you do.

I am being scientific here.

Of course you are.

What?

What what?

You're kind of sexy

when you mess with my head.

What?

Something attacked me.

Really?

Sh*t.

Come on,

you little f***er.

Have another go.

Yummy.

Are they chicken?

Nope. Beef.

Beefy beef.

Oi.

Look what just attacked us.

Oh, what is it?

- F***ing rabbit.

- Bullshit.

Look at this.

Whoa, you better

get that thing checked.

It might have rabies.

We don't have rabies

in Australia.

Here,

get a load of its teeth.

- Whoa.

- That's gross.

There's something wrong

with that.

I know.

That's why I am making

an example of it.

Yeah!

Yeah, that'll teach 'em.

Freaky-assed mutant rabbit

will think twice

before attacking you again.

You can't leave it there.

It'll stink.

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