The pie primitive strikes me as very judgemental, sour, mean-spirited, humourless prude, shuffling through life in her many overcoats.
I try to imagine the indignation in her voice, and I hear an old British spinster mumbling like someone was holding a dog turd under her nose.
The fecund grasswire primitive's especially this way because she thinks that franksolich drove the hippywife primitive, Mrs. Alfred Packer, away from Skins's island.
Which of course is utter nonsense.
The cooking and baking forum on Skins's island used to be one of the most animated, the most lively, of all the small forums, and Mrs. Alfred Packer was part of the reason for that, given her superficially effervescent bubbliness and thin veneer of "niceness." In fact, one could even insist she was the leader, the soul, the spirit, of the cooking and baking forum.
It was something to watch, whenever the hippywife primitive showed up; the expressions of joy and glee on the other primitives, much as short-bussed little kids in a special school get all agog and excited when their favorite teacher comes into the room.
But then one day she disappeared.
In fact, hippyhubby Wild Bill had Skins delete her account and mausoleum her.
I suspect Wild Bill was jealous of the attention she was paying the primitives, rather than to him.
But for some reason that defies reason and logic, the fecund grasswire primitive blames franksolich.
