Ah, wrote this in Feb '05, stuck it away in a dusty corner of my pc and promptly forgot about it until it surfaced this evening. Think this would probably work better as a radio sketch. I've cut and pasted the whole thing as I'm certainly not typing it all out again so sorry if that causes any layout issues, I'll try and edit any major problems.
EXT. JUNGLE. DAY.
F/X: GENERAL JUNGLE INSECT/BIRD SOUNDS IN BACKGROUND CONTINUING THROUGHOUT. THE SOUND OF GREENERY BEING HACKED GETS LOUDER AND THEN STOPS.
EXPLORER: What-ho!
NATIVE: Hello? Do I know you?
EXPLORER: Yes, we're explorers and we own this country now.
NATIVE: Oh, do you?
EXPLORER: Yes. Look, we've planted a flag and everything.
NATIVE: That coloured bit of cloth on a pole?
EXPLORER: That's it, flag, yes.
NATIVE: Doesn't really seem like a legally binding document to me. What happened to the old rulers?
EXPLORER: Oh, we had to shoot them.
NATIVE: Shoot them?
EXPLORER: Yes, thunderstick go boom and so on.
NATIVE: Yes, thank you, I'm quite aware of the concept of modern firearms.
EXPLORER: Sorry, I didn't mean to be patronising.
NATIVE: I'm sure you did really.
EXPLORER: Well, now you come to mention it...
NATIVE: So, and sorry to go back to this whole 'country ownership' thing again.
EXPLORER: Flag.
NATIVE: Er, quite, but you're trying to say that by the simple act of arriving here in a boat, planting this...
EXPLORER: Flag.
NATIVE: ...thankyou, and shooting anyone who opposes you that you are now the new owners of this country.
EXPLORER: Flag. Yes.
NATIVE: Despite people like me who've lived here for thousands of years and, so to speak, were ahead of you in the queue?
EXPLORER: Got it in one.
NATIVE: Right, well, I think I'm just going to speak to my solicitor about this, do you have legal representation?
EXPLORER: I've got a gun.
NATIVE: Hmm, that won't really stand up in court.
EXPLORER: Neither will you if I shoot you.
NATIVE: Good point. Perhaps I was mistaken about wanting the native people of the land to rule their own country.
EXPLORER: Glad you saw it my way in the end.
NATIVE: Can you stop pressing the gun barrel into my throat now?
EXPLORER: Oh, sorry, it's become a habit over the past few months.
NATIVE: Really?
EXPLORER: Oh yes.
NATIVE: So, you're probably aiming to, what, exploit our mineral wealth?
EXPLORER: Erm, I was more thinking along the lines of shipping you to a distant country to carry out unpaid work.
NATIVE: Is 'slavery' the word you're looking for here?
EXPLORER: I prefer to think of it as being pro-active in an involuntary-working paradigm.
NATIVE: Sorry?
EXPLORER: Flag.
NATIVE: Yes, that's what I thought you said. So, the overcrowded, disease-infested hulk of death is over this way is it?
EXPLORER: That's it, just follow the signs.
NATIVE: You're very organised, done this before?
EXPLORER: Oh yes, several times.
NATIVE: Mmm, which empire are you from by the way?
EXPLORER: The British Empire, can't you tell by our moustaches and sexual repression.
NATIVE: Oh yes, silly me. Tell me, what is your man over there doing with my sister.
EXPLORER: Ah, that's Clement, he's still working on the repression bit.
NATIVE: Well, I must say, you're much better than the last empire we had in here.
EXPLORER: Who was that?
NATIVE: The Ottomans.
EXPLORER: Oh, them.
NATIVE: It was rubbish, we'd sit down on that ridiculous furniture, forget it didn't have a back and go arse over tit.
EXPLORER: Anyway, I can't stand here all day.
NATIVE: Other people to repress eh?
EXPLORER: Got it in one.
NATIVE: Well, I'll be off to the ship then.
EXPLORER: Oh before you go, could you just stand here whilst my colleague takes a photograph of you?
NATIVE: I'd rather not, each picture captures part of your soul you know, making you less of a person inside.
EXPLORER: Balderdash. That's just primitive superstition.
NATIVE: No, s'true. I'll go to my demeaning job and untimely death then. See you.
EXPLORER: Yes, goodbye. (BEAT) (to himself) What a nice man.
NATIVE: (to himself) Idiot.