C.J.: Somebody said you were hanging out with some tribe, and they made you a king.
Will Sawyer: I'm a god.
C.J.: Oh.
Will: I'm the only white man to ever witness the sacrificial rites of the Bau tribe of Fiji. I was almost a victim myself, until they made me The Supporter of the World.
C.J.: How'd you swing that?
Will: Using my Palm Pilot, I convinced the Bau I had the power to make the gods' writing appear at will, and more significantly, predict the next day's weather.
C.J.: So you're a god?
Will: I'm the god of Good Harvest and the Land of the Dead.
C.J.: I gotta go there and bring my laptop. It quacks when I have e-mail.
Will: No, you're too tall.
C.J.: What would happen?
Will: They would paint your face and...other body parts black so as to resemble a warrior ornamented for feast or combat. Then you would be garroted by a length of boar tripe.
Will Sawyer: I'm a god.
C.J.: Oh.
Will: I'm the only white man to ever witness the sacrificial rites of the Bau tribe of Fiji. I was almost a victim myself, until they made me The Supporter of the World.
C.J.: How'd you swing that?
Will: Using my Palm Pilot, I convinced the Bau I had the power to make the gods' writing appear at will, and more significantly, predict the next day's weather.
C.J.: So you're a god?
Will: I'm the god of Good Harvest and the Land of the Dead.
C.J.: I gotta go there and bring my laptop. It quacks when I have e-mail.
Will: No, you're too tall.
C.J.: What would happen?
Will: They would paint your face and...other body parts black so as to resemble a warrior ornamented for feast or combat. Then you would be garroted by a length of boar tripe.
C.J. : Somebody said you were hanging out with some tribe, and they made you a king.
Will Sawyer : I'm a god.
C.J. : Oh.
Will : I'm the only white man to ever witness the sacrificial rites of the Bau tribe of Fiji. I was almost a victim myself, until they made me The Supporter of the World.
C.J. : How'd you swing that?
Will : Using my Palm Pilot, I convinced the Bau I had the power to make the gods' writing appear at will, and more significantly, predict the next day's weather.
C.J. : So you're a god?
Will : I'm the god of Good Harvest and the Land of the Dead.
C.J. : I gotta go there and bring my laptop. It quacks when I have e-mail.
Will : No, you're too tall.
C.J. : What would happen?
Will : They would paint your face and...other body parts black so as to resemble a warrior ornamented for feast or combat. Then you would be garroted by a length of boar tripe.
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