So these two missionaries volunteer to go deep into the most remote and feared part of the jungle to stay with a tribe of headhunters. An uneasy alliance is formed with the elders. The tension is high, and the faint sound of drums in the distance only makes things worse. The drums start quietly but then they get louder and closer and build to a crescendo. One of them finally speaks. "Bad" said the elder. "
What's bad?" said the missionary. "Bad...very bad" he repeated. "Drums..." he said. "Yes, drums. What else?" said the missionary. "Only means one thing." "What, man, WHAT?" said the missionary. "Bass solo!"
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