Brett the fierce explorer, a mountain of narcissistic ego, was gone for good. The explorer that had thought so highly of himself would now be appalled at what he had become. A dumb man living in the hungle, half-wild and without any complex thought. The very picture of an early representation of a prehistoric man stuck in a primal world, with just primitive thoughts. He was barely above an ape!
But with his mind far past his former concerns, Brett was more preoccupied with simple pleasures. He enjoyed quite simple things indeed. Relieving himself. Belching. Farting. Splashing in the water. Eating. I liked to grunt in contentment. He enjoyed grooming himself for lice and crunching them between his teeth. He ate with abandon, hunting with coarse roars and growls and hitting things with a club. He barely ate cooked food anyway, as he did not know haw to create fire. Only the Jungle King created flames for him when Brett - or rather Brah as he called himself now - came to join him. Then Brah cooked food and ate greasy pieces of meat, slobbering and leaving traces of grease everywhere. Not that the deity minded. The Jungle King found the former Brett extremely entertaining. Such an amusing change! His new wild servant was stupid, no doubt about that, filthy and coarse. Yet he took pleasure in the true delights, smells, touches and tastes of the forest. His loincloth was incredibly dirty and washed only when Brah waded in the water but the Jungle King found the brute's affections and antics quite charming, in a rough way. The deity then thought about sending his faithful servant to kidnap any other annoying explorer to bring back to him. He could use another servant or toy to pass the time with. Or even provide Brah with some wicked fun...