Transcription
A man listens to his smartphone.
Phone: You have… one… new voicemail… and… one… old voicemail.
Phone: …and… one… extremely old voicemail.
Man: …the hell?
He taps to hear the message with a boop.
A cavaman stands in front of the trunk of a dead mammoth, talking on a chunky old mobile phone with the aerial and everything.
Caveman: Oh… uh… Ogg call to say Ogg kill mammoth. So… that all. Ogg just keep you in loop re: mammoth stuff. Anyhoo, hit Ogg back. It Ogg, by the way.