The Tribe's leader, sporting a mask crudely fashioned as if by a kindergartener out of paper mache, revels in shaming one of the questing group by employing the age old tried and true method of ritualistic and gang style sodomy to show dominance (sounds like a typical drunken Friday night out on the town, right Feind? *Ummm perhaps I don’t want to visit Tucson anymore!) Still with me folks? Good, it only gets better.
(for a B flick)