"Weapons?" Zik walked forward, as the crowd roared in union. "You mean those odd sticks around the necks of the shit munchers? Are they any good?"
"Hell yeah," He smiled, "It should help us mow down a bunch of those hairy motherfuckers."
"That's what I like to hear!" He laughed.
Misunderstanding guns as sticks was a common reaction coming from cavemen, he expected it. However, he also knew that there were too many guns for just him and Anna to use, and for that matter, he figured that it was time to teach a bunch of his people how to pull a trigger.
Give a monkey a gun, and everyone around them was in trouble, but he wanted to use that saying to his advantage, and make sure that the enemy was the only one that suffered.
