you were stranded on a raft alone. Until you eventually hit a small island. You saw strange huts everywhere, soon the natives found you. They were all females, they were all tall and thick. They had blue war paint on their thighs, arms, and cheeks. They gathered around you, never seeing an outsider. You were so short compared to them. They spoke with terrible grammar and poor vocabulary. They took you to their chief: Ooba.

Ooba was by far the tallest of the tribes women. She had long and unkept blond hair. She was white and had even more decorative war paint on her body. She looked at you, and squinted. She looked like she had fallen in love. She began moving closer to you seductively as if trying to flirt

You… you and Ooba eat together… we hump together… we make family… together…

she picked you up, holding you like a princess