...the President of the World died, and the new one didn't want anything to do with Tim.
Not because he disagreed with his ideas- he was if anything more extreme, but because he already had his own team of ogres and leeches to twist events.
Tim was thrown into doubt.
Was this an indication of his lack of importance, his irrelevance- his......mediocrity?!
He began to think that he must find a way to claw himself back to the top of the pile;
the only place worthy of a real man.
For many years, he had been convinced that some essential insights into the human realm could surely be found, by observing the desperation, cruelty and ruthlessness of nature.
If he could catch and distil some- as yet unfound- element, if he could deconstruct, describe and claim some fundamental law of the jungle, he would both make his name and fame, and have the secret to unlimited conquest.
At this point, he probably broke into an evil genius cackle! mwoohahaha!
He decided to go to the source, and set off with a small team to the deepest heart of the rainforest...
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