Before them was a glittering idol, solid gold and encrusted in precious stones. They stuffed it into their pack and continued exploring, when suddenly they were surrounded by an African tribe. Fierce jungle warriors, wrapped in animal skins and wearing necklaces of human teeth and ears, pointing razor-sharp spears at the terrified explorers.
The tribal chief approached them and cried out, "You have stolen the idol of our ancestors!!! You must now choose your fate!" He pointed to the first explorer and said "Death, or Bongo-Bongo?"
The explorer didn't need long to think: "Well, I sure don't want to die, I' guess I'll take that Bongo-Bongo". The tribe leapt upon him, tore off all of his clothes, bent him over a tree stump, and one by one brutally "had their way" with him.
One after the other, five, ten, twenty warriors, each more vicious than the last. Finally, it was over. The explorer staggered away, blood streaming down his bruised thighs. He collapsed sobbing on the ground as the chief pointed to the second explorer. "What shall be your choice? Death… or Bongo Bongo??"
The explorer shook his head. "After seeing that, I guess I'll just choose death!"
"SO BE IT!!!" The chief called. "DEATH BY BONGO BONGO!!!"
