[ WP ] Today you killed the last neandertal , and now as the sun sets on his grave , the tribe awaits your eulogy .

There he stands, the sun behind him setting into the ground like the neanderthal he had just killed. It was a tough fight, he is scarred and loin cloth tattered. But it had to be done, the way the neanderthal people were, was damaging their quality of life. But neanderthal were still people and must be treated as such. 
 They buried the last neanderthal, the whole village was there to witness it. The man that killed the last one was prompted to talk. He stood tall and everyone got silent. He looked the crowd directly in the eyes, took one deep breath. 
 `` ooga, ooda, da,'' he said. He did n't need to say no more, everyone understood what he had said.
