The smoke was once are enemy. A curse upon man. Now the night is, for we escaped within the ground in are bunkers of steel. In truth it was are prison, home and are grave
The act of making twine or cordage probably stemmed from the act of braiding hair. Or someone getting bored and twisting hair together then going "Oh shit, I can tie shit together!" Then a time traveler goes "Oh yes you can, baby"
Dennis 50% of your DNA is of a monkey who didn't know how to fucking breathe. Dennis let that sink in. Those moments you cant breathe is not a health condition, you're too stupid to remember how.