There isn’t even any food in here. Guess I’m lucky I don’t need food to survive. . . . Er, um, what I mean to say is . . . well, I might die down here anyway. Perhaps it is time my secret came out. I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you another still today. And tomorrow, tomorrow if no one has come for me even then, then I will tell you my secret.
So, here is your still.
I’m going to go sleep now.