HOMINIS PLASTICUS

they are secretly dubbed as ' the flat tops' by the congregation of the learned a gauche because their brains have been flattened by the pressurized air trapped inside their skulls (with gustiness exceeding 250mph!!!). they are easily recognized, as they stick together as though glued, flaunting their wares as a peacock showing its plumes would, and when they pass by they reek of burning plastic. separated ,they are dodos--helpless and easy prey. collectively they could be a threat--but mostly to themselves.

these pseudo-humans belong to the primitive era, where bashing the opponent was the norm and the only way to survive. their language, also reminiscent of the past, is limited to pointing, grunting, picking their cavernous noses, and teeth-gnashing. they can, however, be very charming, that's why despite the reek and their penchant for sneak-attacks, they easily dupe simpletons.

the present government of Papa Charlie has no notion that this small community of ultra-neanderthals is under his rule. the junior deputy prime minister has come to enlist their aid in the upcoming re-formation of the knights of the round table, and they have named their group 'the united plastics incorporated' or TUPI. speculation from the congregation of the learned a gauche has risen that the junior deputy prime minister might be a clansman of the hominis plasticus. if this is true, then Papa Charlie will have to prepare for chaos.