Konga doesn't remember how he came to be in these restraints. He doesn't even remember how he came to be in these strange surroundings. All of this likely happened when he was knocked out. He certainly felt groggy at this point, but he doesn't even know how it was caused.
All he knew now was that he was looking at a crowd of people looking back at him, on display with a strange light in his face and an annoying little man talking to the little people.
He's now trying to remember his old island, an island that's home to people who look nothing like his shade of skin. There, they worshipped him like a god, keeping him happy with their sacrifices. It was this last one that likely got him in this predicament.
Indeed, just as he was thinking this, this sacrifice stepped on the stage. She was a woman with an incredible figure that accentuated that she was...
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