Hi Fortunato! I have a Amantillado for you to try!
I am Fortunato. I love wine.
I shall capture him and trap him behind a wall.
The vault is just down here.
*Cough Cough Cough Cough*
Here my friend have some wine.
"He had a weak point - this Fortunato - although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He had prided himself in connoisseurship in wine."
"The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could;but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge"
"Come," I said, with decision, "we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as I once was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there is Luchesi-" "Enough," he said, "The cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough."
My mission is complete.
"The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess."
"A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust at me violently back."
"For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!'