...perhaps dating back to Neanderthals and stone tools.
Axe Nose: I'll give you five clams for the dozen, and I'm forgetting about the one with the bent shaft.
Strong Breath: Sure you would. What bent shaft?
Axe Nose: This one. This arrow has a bent shaft.
Strong Breath: You need glasses or something?
Axe Nose: Not half as much as you need QC.
Strong Breath: And just what, may I ask, is QC?
Axe Nose: Quality Control. Hire someone to make sure all your arrows are straight, points sharpened and properly fletched.
Strong Breath: Well, I had somebody like that but he made trouble, so I transferred him to another department.
Axe Nose: Another department?
Strong Breath: You catch on quick! Yeah, another department. Target support.
Axe Nose: Whatever that might be...
Strong Breath: He holds the target while I test out the arrows.
Axe Nose: I see.
Strong Breath: So production is back up.
Axe Nose: Well, that's real good. Look, I'm offering five and no more. Take it or leave it.
Strong Breath: Why don't you just get a gun and a mask and make this legal?
Axe Nose: Guns haven't been invented yet and stop changing the subject.
Strong Breath: I'm not. I just -
Axe Nose: Look, the mastodons are migrating and you keep standing here beating your chops. You wear me right out, you know that? Five is my offer.
Strong Breath: Fine, fine, I'll take it in the interests of cultivating good customer relations.
Axe Nose: About time...
Strong Breath: You know, that bow of yours looks a little light for mastodon. Just sayin'...