"Oh...I-I'm sorry..."
Otis: what for?
"Well-I feel like I'm-partially responsible for this mess-"
Otis: It's not. Are you responsible for giving us this sickness? No. You have no reason to take accountability for it.
"I-well...thanks..."
Otis: . . we should probably come up with an excuse. and we cant take long because my mother is probably confused why i've been down here for so long.
"Oh...yeah-that's-a good point...you could say that the gods told you not to...?"
Otis: you'd think they would believe that??
"you'd be surprised..."
Otis: i am-
