Interviewer: I’m
from The Sun, my name is Pete.
Ice Man: Come
in and take a seat.
Interviewer: How's
your living in such a nice cave?
Ice Man: Oh, I don't live here — it's a grave.
Interviewer: Brrr,
I didn't know. Who's buried here?
Ice Man: Many of those who tried to peer
into
this cave. I have no ruth
for
any intruders, but telling the truth
I'm
bored a little being alone...
Interviewer: I
know the reason... Where's your home?
Ice Man: I cannot tell
you, it's far away.
Interviewer: But
the night's closing, where will you stay?
Ice Man: None of your business. Next question, please.
Interviewer: If
you don't want me to, I will not tease
you.
I'd like to know what you eat.
Ice Man: I like very much mammoth's meat,
but
I won't refuse any other food...
Interviewer: Hey!
Do not close! Stay where you stood!
Ice Man: Now it's too late — my hunger grows.
Interviewer: Oh
yeah, I see it, it really shows!
What
are you doing? Put away the axe!
Ice Man: Behind you! The Tyrannosaurus Rex!
Interviewer: You
must be kidding! I won't turn around!
(Hiss of the thrown axe.)
What
hissed above me? What was that sound?
(He turns around.)
You
are a hero, you've killed the beast!
Ice Man: I won't be hungry next year, at least.
You
can confess now — what did you think?
Interviewer: It
doesn't matter... D’you have some ink?
Ice Man: You thought I'd kill you! Huh? Didn't you?
Interviewer: I've
got to finish my interview...
Ice Man: Forget about it and be my guest!
The
tail of dino's yours. I'll take the rest.
We'll
eat and drink until tomorrow,
then
I'll find ink that you can borrow.
You'll
write a story for the first page:
Me
and amazing man of bronze age.