Who ate the ping-pong ball?

M (also known as Dr. T, Praise be unto him) decides to camp for the night, against the suggestions of his whimpering aides. Their horses, however, are happy to rest after a seemingly endless day of trudging with fat losers on their backs.

The aides are scared that the local savages will silently creep in from the darkness and carry them away into the black of the pine forest, to be sacrificed to the pagan Gods. They hurriedly find a few twigs, start a whimpering fire, and start pitching their tent as fast as anyone has tried to pitch a tent before.

M is amused.

Later in the night, as the horses are making love, pale-faced people with dark body paint and little clothing appear from the woods. Their teeth are a dirty shade of brown, their eyes seem to glow yellow, and their body paint is grotesquely mesmerizing. Slithering as quietly as they can, with strings of little bird bones and feline teeth across their necks, they take away M's aides.