"I'm so lucky; me, a half-naked jungle savage on a date with Fantomah! She looks just like a supermodel...
While we're here at the Jungle Theater, waiting for the show to start, I'll get her something at the concessions stand. I wonder what's good...?
Delicious! Roast Blonde cooked over a Sergeant Boyle brand "War!" grill (model no. 00XX!!#!). No Jungle Woman can resist it! Let me catch the attendant's eye...
What th--?! Flag-costumed American interlopers!? Let my date go, you carrot-topped moppet! Ohh... reeling from-- Yankee underarm smell. Damn you, imperialist pigs! Must -- get help...
Security! Shoot him in the head, quickly! NO! NO, NOT ME, YOU IMBECILE, NOT M--"
