On Tuesday, February 03, 2004
he found himself locked in a dumpster with the Foundations of Civilization. "Oh great," said Pete, groping blindly at McDonald's wrappers and discarded pizza boxes. "Whose bright idea was this again?"

"Don't blame me," said Development of Agriculture. "I merely suggested that a consistent source of food might be preferable to a hunter gatherer mode of existence."

"We're locked in a dumpster!" Pete punched the plastic lid. Chains and padlocks rattled in the dark. "Refuse everywhere! Waste and depletion!"

"You damn hypocrite," said Domestication of Animals, "would you really go back? In your self-righteous desire to cast off all modern amenities and conveniences, you've forgotten the brutal reality outside this cozy little cocoon of human existence. You do not know that the price of life is death. You do not know that the price of peace is war. You are not ready for that level of truth."

Pete heard soft whimpering and a rustle of garbage in a distant corner, and knew his tirade had offended Opposable Thumb/Tool Use.