"How? Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible and in the middle of a carnival!"
My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met.
My friend no, I will not impose you your good nature.
Come let us go. To your vaults.
Come I said with decision, we will go back, you are a man that will be missed.
enough, the cough is a mere nothing, I shall not die of a cough.
We continued our route in search of the Amontillado.
No no I shouldn't, well alright.
would you like a drink, here just one sip ehh
The author and fortunato come to the end of the vaults and when seeing good time, the narrator shoves fortunate into a hole and buries him alive, and the author sits and just listens to his cries, until he falls silence.