McComb's two-seater plane catches fire as he's flying across the wilds of the Amazon, and he's forced to crashland in the jungle. He climbs out of the plane, starts walking, and no sooner is he crossing a clearing than hundreds of screaming savages come running out of the forest and surround him, chanting and grunting and madly waving their spears.

McComb says to himself, "I'm f**ked." Just then a deep voice bellows from the heavens and says, "You're not f**ked.

Go forth, grab the spear of the closest native, and run it through their chief's heart." McComb quickly grabs the closest spear, runs over to the guy with the biggest headdress, and lunges the spear into the man's chest, right where his heart is.

The deep voice says, "Now you're f**ked.

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