"Tarzan, the indomitable jungle hero, succumbs to the temptation of consumerism!" These are the words the ruthless owner of the world's leading shopping mall chain brags about as he triumphantly drinks from his gold-plated goblet.

In his luxurious office, surrounded by the spoils of his retail empire, he reports with almost devilish joy about his latest trophy, Tarzan. "Even the King of the Jungle, the man who eats snakes for breakfast and sleeps in trees, has not been able to escape our carefully orchestrated consumer trap. He is now a loyal customer of our boutiques. If that isn't proof of our unmatched power!"

He rises from his chair, casts a triumphant glance at the glittering skyline outside his window, and continues: "The wilderness may be his home, but we showed him that real life happens in the brightly lit aisles of our malls. We have leopard skins, banana perfume and if that's not enough, we even have some designer loincloths!"

But as he raises his arms in a victory pose, there is a hint of dark irony. Because if even Tarzan, the irrepressible outdoorsman, succumbs to the threatening pull of consumerism, what does that say about the limitlessness of our greed?

But for now, as the reflected sunlight from his prey illuminates his grinning face, the mall chain's owner seems endlessly content. “All that’s left now is for the monkeys to buy their bananas from us!” he exclaims, his laughter echoing through the office as if to announce that no one is safe in the realm of consumerism.