Native Hunters

[chuuey]

Oh the terror was in Dave's eyes, he was a big game hunter lost in deepest
darkest Africa. Two days later he came upon a group of native hunters. After
a short chase he was captured, taken to their village and tied to a post in
the middle of the village. The terror grew as he came to recognize this as a
cannabal tribe he was warned about. The chief came to Dave and talked to him
in a one of the dialects he understood.

Chief: "Due to our festive nature at the moment, I offer you White Devil two
choices, DEATH or Rabuf."

Dave did not have any idea what Rabuf was but it had to be a better
alternative to death whatever it was so he yelled "RABUF RABUF RABUF!"
A loud cheer ran throughout the tribe as Dave's pants were ripped off and each
and every tribesman began to sodomize mercilessly. After hours of this and
when every villager had had his fill, A very sore Dave was cut down and
released back into the j*ngle.

One week had gone by and only by his skills had he survived. Unfortunately he
had gotten turned around and ended up being captured by the same tribe. Like
last time he was tied up and offered by the chief the same two options
"DEATH or Rabuf?"

Dave could not take it anymore, his mind had snapped, his will for life gone,
all he wanted was for it to end so he yelled at the top of his lungs
"DEATH! DEATH!! DEATH!!! DEATH!!!!" he yelled till his voice cracked
When the noise had settled the Chieftan raised his spear and yelled to his
people:

"The White Devil has spoken. It shall be Death. Death by RABUF!"