"The drums are good? No danger?"
"Yes, drums good. Keep going."
The explorer takes a deep breath and they trudge on. As the jungle gets thicker and denser, and dusk starts to fall, the drums continue, pounding louder, ever closer. The explorer asks again, "Are you sure those drums are okay... nothing to be afraid of? It sounds like they're getting louder."
"No. no worry. Drums good."
They continue on.
As night falls and they start to break camp, the drums become even louder, more intense. The explorer cannot shake a sense that they spell impending doom, but his guide continues to reassure him: "drums good."
Then, just as darkness settles most completely over the jungle, the drums suddenly stop. The guide's face goes ashen, a look of horror in his eyes! The explorer asks, "What? What's the matter? The drums stopped-- is that bad?"
The guide responds, "When drums stop, very bad! Bad thing coming! No good for anybody!"
"What!? What is it? What happens after the drums stop!?!"
The guide responds: "Bass solo."
Found on Anny's blog