The village, on the slopes of Tambora, needed funds, and now.

Jack handed over a million dollars smakaroos, yes you heard right.

And the villagers said we could rape and pillage as much as we fucking wanted too.

'Over there,' I said, I was pointing beyond the village, a little ghost town, if I must be honest, that was forgotten by humanity.

'Found it,' said Max.

It was where the Smithsonian were digging a few years ago, with fine combs and brushes.

Frank was on the bulldozer and just ripping up the fucking jungle that only a bulldozer can.

Mary, Cindy, Novi, and Caramel had metal detectors that doubled as radar and I was getting live feeds on my tablet.

What I was seeing, besides those gorgeous boobs and tight Asian asses, was gold, and tonnes of it, if the manic beeping on my radar and gold app was any indication.

'Fucking mow the place down,' said Jack,  as he got all manly and chainsawed a giant teak tree that was in our way.

The sound of that fucking giant tree crashing one hundred meters into the virgin forest was stupendous.

I can hear the greenies and save the fucking environments.

They couldn't help this village, I could.

I'd even replant the whole fucking slope with pine trees and fruit trees.

That's what I call sustainable environmentalism: rape and pillage, extract, then replant.

'They don't teach you that at Uni, do they,' asked Mary.

She wasn't just a stunner but had brains too. 

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