That Might Be Cheating

Um, Bleet?

That might be cheating

What you and that guy

Who isn't Krorg just did?

That might be cheating

I'm aware it's just sex

No, no, no

I'm not accusing you of moving in with, uh, Splop

Or having little Splops

But nevertheless, something about what I just witnessed

Doesn't seem right

And I'm not talking about the fact

That you did it in front of me

Or, on a pile of Big Teeth excrement

Because what happens in your pile of excrement

Is between you and Splop

But I just feel like, overall

There was some sort of...

...Moral lapse there

For one thing, Krorg is at work

Killing bush after bush

So that we can all have salad tonight

And it seems wrong that he should work so hard

While you fornicate with Splop

Who doesn't work

Because he hurt his arm

During our arm-waving contest

That reminds me, I really have to come up

With new games for next year's Olympics

The question is Bleet

Would you want Krorg

To know what you and Splop just did?

Because I'm fairly confident

He'd hit you in the head with his club

Many, many times

I'm not advocating violence

But seeing my wife fornicating with someone else

Would make me want to club them

Heck, seeing ANY of my wives fornicating with someone else

Would make me want to club them

Even Janice, and trust me

There's days when I wish

Blub had bid a little higher for her

At the wife auction

Look, we've agreed there are things

That are only done

Between a husband

And his seventeen slave-wives

And sex is one of them

That's just our way of preserving

The sanctity of indentured marritude

Who knows?

Maybe one day people will throw off the confines

Of traditional sexuality

And just worry about feelings

And emotions

Without putting so much stock

In the physical aspect of relationships

And also, maybe one day

We'll invent doors

So we can finally tell

Knock knock jokes

But until then

We stay true to our spouses

Reflect on that

And on the trust you and Krorg share

Before you climb back onto the poop-pile

With Splop again

Honor your commitment, Bleet

Now, if you'll excuse me

I have to decide which one of my wives

I'm sacrificing to the gods tomorrow

I gotta tell you

It's not looking like Janice's lucky day