you guy have the night off don't come back until the morning
my dear fortunato, you are luckily met.
follow me i have some wine for you
montresor has a really good plan
no answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingle of the bells. My heart grew sick; it was the dampness of the catacombs that it so. i hastened to make an end of my labor. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered up. against the new masonry I reerected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!