Follow the drugs. Alcohol is self limiting, “Ohh, my head. I’m gonna puke!”. Cannabis et alii is not .

Imagine Brunhilde telling Olaf to get up on the roof and fixit, winter is coming. “Mañana Mama!”. She’d have his guts for garters. And then they’d freeze.

Paper and wattle and daub huts are fine in AfriKKKa.