The Poison Drink

As I am the eighth, brought to you from out the pages of Edgar Riceborough's fascinating book. The entire tribe seems to be assembled. I have no fear of death. Not even this. When the time comes, I'll drink without hesitation.

We refuse to drink. We'll be tortured. If we drink, we die. Can we? Is it possible that we could impose our superior magic upon these pagans and perhaps postpone this poisoned cup ceremony? Perhaps, as I suggested before, some ritual from the Book of the Dead.

For example, the raising of Isis by the side is rather fantastic, and besides, we have no mummy to read, and I seriously doubt our ability to raise it if we had it, Mosheler Professor. Yes, Darno, I have been talking to Naki Doh.

He says, drink and have no fear. Fine, Joe, what cheerful advice? What else did he say, Darno? He was being watched, but I trust him. I shall drink. Oh, yes. So will we all, if we have to?

If you have another plan, Professor Portfrenflandra, to attempt something which I do not think they quite know, I say, do you know I completely forgot until now, the rocket! Rocket, what do you mean? The rocket we brought from the ship!

Couldn't you substitute one or even two for the money in the right you spoke of? Clayton, I really believe you hit the policy solution! Yeah, make your preparations and keep the natives' attention away from me. I shall get thee rocket.

Here comes the chief. Post phone the poison drinking competition if you can. Oh, hello. Oh, hello, hello. No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. Whatever you said, it worked down a third order as a more than we missed you.