Hulohot looked every inch the warrior chieftain that he was as he finished applying the final coat of bark white stripes on his face. As he bared his teeth at the pool water, his deputy Chu-chu came running. Knowing better than to disturb Hulohot at his daily routine, he waited patiently until Hulohot turned.
“Hmphahooooot, the gods have descended to punish us finally!”
“Hmphahooooot, plssssssssss come.”
As Hulohot joined the little crowd of horrified natives on their knees, the vision in front of him struck him dumb with terror.
The time travellers took one look at their audience and then their stalled craft and uttered a collective “Damn!”