"The key? To wut?"
"The truth, at last"
"How? No bull."
"Brother, we'll be 'in the Shit,' rest assured"
"Tell. Me. How."
"In my pocket, if you will, the poem I penned, your oubliette of rope forestalls"
"Isn't that just ruder than sin, please allow me, Hombre"
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