We were on a photographic expedition in the thick of the jungle. I heard sounds. Whimpering. Moaning. I took a few steps, and found Tyki. He was lying in a shallow swamp, semi conscious, a high fever, nearly dead from exhaustion. He had obviously been traveling on foot for many days, over countless miles. So I brought him back to the compound...nursed him back to health.

Doctor Jones, although your libido is questionable, your bravery and intelligence are exceptional. It has been an honor working with you.

(After instinctively kicking Indiana Jones in the face upon first meeting him) Dr. Jones! Forgive me. Thought I was being attacked by a degenerate sailor. Your appearance is deceiving.