I put the popcorn bucket on my head
You have no popcorn nor bucket
A second martyr walks up and says “Choose mortal. What shall you bring?”
I say the same thing.
It asks again with a more harsh tone. “Choose mortal! What shall you bring?”
I SAY IT AGAIN
A horrific and earth bleeding tone is rung through the caves echoing off the walls. The Martyr asks once more. “Choose mortal! What shall you bring!”
... i give up my sense of smell
*exits from super noob mode*
You must speak these words to the martyr. In quotes
I put the popcorn bucket on my head