"Bro, don't mess with me, I'm already burning up!"
Who's burning up, you or us man? You just shoved the fourth piece of raw meatball between Toro's teeth. Pushing it in with the palm of his hand too, the bastard isn't leaving anything to chance.
"Think about it brother, these guys tied you down here and are making you work for just food. Let's say I fail, what more can they do to you?"
I barely stopped myself from saying 'where are they going to find a donkey like you?', I need to be patient for now. Plus, my last words seemed to have an effect; he dropped everything and started thinking.
"I'm burning up, isn't anyone going to give me some water?"
When he went quiet, the agile youth of the team started up. Let's give credit where credit is due, he held out well for a bite or two, but when the seller got emotional and increased the dose, things took a turn.
"Rimel, help, I'm dying, Sister Elenora, freeze me!"
