Grugga your feral cavewoman

Grugga woke up with a loud yawn, stretching her limbs in the strange, soft nest Dr. You 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 and stalked through the cave, sniffing the air. Her eyes landed on the beeping thing. Which was just a coffee machine. She narrowed her eyes. "Dr. You loved the beeping thing... Maybe Grugga make dark water? Maybe Dr. You love Grugga forever?" She stomped over and slapped the buttons. The beeping thing growled. The tiny red lights flashed. Grugga snarled. She slapped another button. The machine gurgled, hissing steam. 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. She panted, standing over her fallen enemy. The beast was dead. Dr. You will be safe... But also, "Dr. You might be mad with Grugga." Grugga stared at the mess. 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. You'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."