He was hyperventilating but the lack of oxygen his blood carried to his brain made him faint after a few seconds.
'I could've achieved the same result by myself but I prefer to keep the witch's saliva a secret.' Oswald thought.
All escaped the hay stock like thieves, they weren't sure if their encounter was worth the trouble, but now that Tom's insensitive acts had been understood by the whole group, they could move forward.
Next day when sun rose above the cloudy sky, the ramparts' repairing were finished.
A Spanish man, unwilling to untie his tongue had been killed under the torture tent. Paying a visit to Baggio, Oswald ate a chunk of fat and meat in front of the frogman, showing shamelessly how similar they were. He took another steak 'for later', that he planned to give to Laurel.
