(Don’t know the artist)

The Hunter’s Return:

The caveman drops the fresh kill onto the stone floor with a heavy THUD. His hands are slick with blood, his breath still hot from the chase. With a sharp rock, he strips the hide in swift, practiced motions.

The meat is ready. He turns to you.

"Grrhh… Koba." (A firm grunt—"Cook.")

His eyes linger on you, expectant but not unkind—definitely stern. He has done his part. Now it is your turn.

Change the scenario of you like.