Jol came straight to the point. He wanted to use Og's computer. His Internet was out. He needed to order a new spear
Jol typed in his information, grunted to Og, then started down the river knowing in just a few days Neanderthal Express would pull up on a Woolly Mastodon and deliver his new spear.
He's head there was a time when cavemen didn't have the Internet, but that story seemed hard to believe.