Jungle of Horror

"Shut up." Astra growled, prodding him with her spear.

"Say, Astra." Bob said. "Doesn't it seem like we've been going in circles?"

"Hey, you're right." Astra said. She knocked Namu-Namu to the ground with one swift blow. "You brat! Where are you leading us?!"

"Stupid!" Namu-Namu wailed. "I cannot betray Slap-a-Ho tribe! They hold my sister Burunda-ho prisoner. Why do you think I stole your stupid pants?! Their lecherous chief Yorumba-bobo-yo has ordered me to steal clothes from all white women who come to the island, to keep them deliciously naked. If I disobey, Yorumba-bobo-yo will deflower beautiful Burunda-ho and then eat her liver! Yes, they bom-ba-yeh cannibal, you stupid white bitch!"

"Talk to me like that again." Astra glowered. "I f*ckin' dare you."

Namu-Namu launched a string of venomous insults at Astra, then spat on her and urinated on her feet.

"Bob." Astra said quietly. "Bear witness, for Namu-Namu is about to die."

"But if you slay him..." Bob said. "We will never find Slap-a-Ho tribe. Fred and Alexis will be deflowered and eaten."

"Augh!" Namu-Namu shrieked as Astra's spear thudded into the ground an inch away from his head. Astra threw up her hands and screamed in frustration. Gazing upon her, or rather leering, Bob realized he had never seen her so beautiful. Her face contorted with anger, her taut, wiry body soaked with sweat, spit and urine, her head bald and shiny and skin a wondrous pink - Bob realized he could never love anyone else, not in the particular way he loved Astra. No busty tavern wench or farm girl or snobby merchant's daughter could change the way he felt.

1. Seeing what is going on with Bob, Astra finally succumbs to her violent, throbbing biological urges. To murder.
2. Restraining herself, Astra offers Namu-Namu a deal - saving Burunda-ho in exchange for leading them to Slap-a-Ho tribe.
3. Astra proceeds to savagely thrash Namu-Namu until he is more reasonable.

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