Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII or Indiana Jones. And for the record, no snakes we harmed in the making of this Hojo death.

A/N "In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the Hojo dies tonight. In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the Hojo dies tonight. Hush my darling, don't fear my darling, the Hojo dies tonight…" Sorry couldn't resist. But it will be in the Jungle where he dies tonight.

Hojo sighed; the whippersnappers were getting out of sight as they were exploring the ruins. He huffed and wheezed in the humid environment, "wait!"

Aaron turned around grinning, "aww come on Professor!" As if to prove a point he and his cohort Jenkins ran up the temple stairs, all 1251.5 of them.

The group was investigating a new temple that could be connected with the Ancients somewhere near Mideel. It had been a rather unpleasant trip; Hojo's airsickness interfered with his planning and scheming. He ended up removing every emergency regurgitation container from the airship. What was more, the humidity was making his ears sweat, though that was probably the chile sandwich he'd had for lunch.

Hojo climbed his way up, using the method of people climbing on the mountains of the Northern Continent, step, gasp, gasp, step, gasp, gasp but about halfway the old structure gave out and he plummeted into the darkness below. He looked up at the hole; Aaron and Jenkins were standing there.

"Well don't just stand there you fatuous imbeciles, throw me a rope!" Hojo roared. He'd landed on a rather soft somewhat squishy floor in a room below.

Aaron shrugged, "no rope."

"What do mean there's no rope?!" Hojo bellowed.

Jenkins also shrugged, "they didn't give us any."

"What do you mean they didn't give you any?!" Hojo was furious now, and completely oblivious to the floor moving.

"They said something about a budget cut," Aaron called.

Hojo's eye twitched, "b-budget cut?" he spat through grit teeth.

"Yeah they said they were cutting our equipment fund," Jenkins answered.

Hojo was still oblivious to the growing rattling of the room and general movement of the room, "why?"

The pair shrugged, "Dunno, when we asked about it they said the Scientific Budget was reallocated to the Space Department."

Hojo was now fuming, "damn that fat degenerate." He muttered before returning his attention to Aaron and Jenkins, "you two get me a vine!"

They nodded, "coming right up." The pair of heads disappeared.

Hojo glared around the room, the light from the hole was so dim he couldn't see anything. Pulling out a box of matches he lit one up, all around him were snakes, hundreds of venom packing snakes. "Snakes, why did it have to be snakes?" He whimpered feeling his pants get wet.

One of the snakes slithered up and wrapped its tail around the match smirking as the flame went out.

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Outside Aaron and Jenkins were looking at a nearby cave, both with a length of rope tied around them, "ready to go spelunking?"

"Oh yes," Jenkins answered as they leaped off.