Three muscular natives approach. They are bare-chested, wearing linen skirts and large bizarre masks.

The one at the front of the row wears a large mask of a red skull with a purple crest, and speaks in a deep voice:

Red Skull: Well, well, well. It seems that some cheap scoundrel has tried to peep into our village.

The one behind him wears the head with sharp teeth and some thin purple filaments. He speaks in a hoarse voice:

Sharptooth: I say we devour him now, perhaps with a nice green sauce!

Red Skull: Hey, what are you saying?
The dietician recommended us to avoid red meat.

Sharptooth: We are cannibals, for God's sake!

Red Skull: That doesn't mean we shouldn't care about our health! We are natives with ethics, ya' know.

The third cannibal wears a lemon-shaped mask, with three circular cavities in a circular shape. He stands there, observing the scene in silence.

Lemon Head: ...

The native wearing the red skull turns towards you.

Red Skull: So... what do we do?