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Three missionaries venture into darkest Africa,... ...to try to bring religion to the primitive savages living there. After trekking for days through dense snake-infested jungle, they find a tribe that is rumoured to have some very strange,…and very bizarre customs. As the missionaries enter the village, they are immediately, captured and tied up. Almost immediately once they are captured and tied up…it begins: The beating of drums and chanting. This goes on all day and all night… all they can hear is chanting and the constant beating of drums. The chanting and drumming get louder and louder until some of the tribesmen grab one of the missionaries and bring him to the Chief of the tribe. "Death or Koom-Balla", the chief says to the first missionary holding up a large knife and a freshly plucked feather from the rare pikki-wikki bird. Not knowing what Koom-Balla was, but not wanting to die, he looks at the feather and says, "Koom-Balla?". Immediately, he is grabbed by 20 or 30 of the tribesmen and every member of the tribe produces a freshly plucked feather from the rare pikki-wikki bird, and proceeds to tickle the missionary. At first, it seems like a good laugh for the missionary, but it goes on and on….you know the kind where you’re laughing so hard and you can’t stop. At first it’s like that. Then his sides start to hurt. This goes on for 2 days ,,,then his organs start to fail from all the laughing… until he is carried, unconscious, off into the jungle… never to be seen again. The village goes quiet for a few days, and then it begins again. The 2 other missionaries hear the chanting and drumming start to build up again. Louder and louder it becomes…increasing in intensity all day and all night when suddenly the tribesmen grab the second missionary and take him to the Chief. "Death or Koom-Balla", the chief says to the second missionary. Having seen what Koom-Balla was, but still not wanting to die, the second missionary reluctantly says, "Koom-Balla". Immediately, he is grabbed by 20 or 30 of the tribesmen, and, again every one of them produces a freshly plucked feather from the rare pikki-wikki bird, and proceeds to tickle the missionary. Anyway, so just like with the first missionary, it seems kind of fun for the first little while…getting tickled, but when you have that many feathers tickling you, you get to that stage where you’re laughing so hard, you don’t know how to stop. And again, just like the first missionary, his sides start to hurt from all the laughing, then his organs start to fail. Again, it goes on for 2 days until he is carried, unconscious, off into the jungle… NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN!!. The third missionary waits…in fear. An uneasy quiet falls over the village. But then, a day later, the remaining missionary hears the chanting and drumming start to build up again. Immediately a sense of extreme panic and anxiety comes over him. The chanting and drumming build up louder and louder…seemingly more intense with every passing hour…even louder than with the first two missionaries… when the tribesmen grab him and take him to the Chief. "Death or Koom-Balla", the chief says to the third missionary. By now, the missionary has seen what has been done to the first 2 missionaries and has decided he does not want to go through that. Again, the Chief says, "Death or Koom-Balla". Reluctantly, the missionary hangs his head, says a silent prayer, and resigned to his fate, …says, "Death". "Death", screams the Chief. "Death…DEATH….BY Koom-Balla!!!!"