What? He looked tasty.

The chief smiles up at you, raising his hands as the rest of the tribe cheers in celebration. You scratch your head, confused.

Then you pick up the chief and pop him into your mouth. A short yelp and you swallow him. The tribe stops cheering and stares at you, shocked.

You fumble your tongue around until you pull out the chief's crown, which you take from your mouth and put on your own forehead. You're now officially King Kong!

The village cheers again and you hear someone squealing...

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