When the King of the Jungle puts you down, you marvel at the size of the house you're now in: it's a wooden tree house, built on platform on the branches of an extremely huge tree, and when Tarzan pushes you inside, you see it's well-furnished.
Finally daring to speak, you tell the jungle man: "Er... you have a nice house here... did you build it?"
Tarzan just glances down to you with a tender smile and utters: "Ooogh, oogh, oogh!", patting your head with his large hand.
*Oh great!* you think nervously, *He only speak monkey language and can't understand me... but what doe he want to do with me?*
Meanwhile, Tarzan has walked to a wall where some animal skins are hung; then he comes back to you, carrying what seems like a loincloth, similar to the one the jungle man is wearing. Remembering your own nakedness, you blush, and quickly grab the ffered loincloth, tying it around your private parts. "Thanks!" you tell the big guy with a shy smile.
Tarzan replies by picking you up and cradling you against his muscled chest, while patting your back with his hand... like a father would do with his little child.
You suddenly realize... *Oh my....!* you think, shocked. *I've been adopted by Tarzan!*