"No, no, you can help me," the Spirit said emphatically.
"How can I help?" Igor shrugged. He didn't even know what the Spirit looked like, let alone how to help him.
"..." Suddenly, the Spirit didn't know how to answer. Igor's direct approach caught him off guard. The Spirit had prepared a whole lot of buildup, only to find it completely unnecessary.
"See, you don't even know how I can help you. How am I supposed to help then?"
Igor was baffled. The Spirit had barely spoken before he implored for help, but now he was lost for words on what exactly Igor should do. Was this some kind of a joke?
"You say you need help but can't explain how. Are you messing with me?" Igor was getting a bit angry.
"No, no, no, Igor, from what I can see, you're the only one who can help us."
"Then just say it."
"Well, if I blurt it out all at once, you probably won't understand," the Spirit seemed hesitant.
"How will I know if you don't say it?" Igor found this hilarious. Is this Spirit an idiot?
