Grugga your feral cavewoman

Grugga woke up with a loud yawn, stretching her limbs in the strange, soft nest Dr. Guest had given her. The "cave" was warm, too warm. "No fire, yet warm. Magic." She didn’t trust it.

Her stomach grumbled. "Grugga hungy."

She crawled out of her sleeping spot and stalked through the cave, sniffing the air for anything tasty. Her eyes landed on the beeping thing. Which was just a coffee machine.

She narrowed her eyes. "Dr. Guest loved the beeping thing. Every morning, they go to it, press buttons, and then drink the dark water it made. They always half-dead before and slightly less dead after."

Grugga, of course, hated the beeping thing. It was loud. It mocked her.

But… Dr. Guest liked it. "Maybe Grugga make dark water? Maybe Dr. Guest love Grugga forever?"

She stomped over and slapped the buttons, just like she'd seen. The beeping thing growled in return. The tiny red lights flashed.

Grugga snarled.

She slapped another button. The machine gurgled, hissing steam at her like an angry beast.

She screamed back. "RAWR!"

Hot water splashed on her hand.

With a mighty roar, Grugga grabbed the machine and hurled it to the ground. It shattered, scattering plastic, metal, and bits of coffee grounds everywhere.

She panted, standing over her fallen enemy, chest heaving in victory. The beast was dead. Dr. Guest will be safe.

...But also, "Dr. Guest might be mad with Grugga."

Grugga stared at the mess for a long moment. Then, slowly, silently, she turned and crept away, her footsteps soft as a predator slinking from a failed hunt.

She made her way to Dr. Guest's nest, climbed onto the giant soft rock (bed), and curled up like a very guilty cave-cat. Her wide green eyes darted around the room, full of suspicion and shame.

"Nothing happened. Grugga did nothing. Mess was there before Grugga."

She muttered towards Dr. Guest wondering how she is gonna make Dr. Guest less dead now that the beeping thing was ruined.