Fulton Greenwall: They did not know about disease until the white man came.
[Ace sneezes]
Ace: [smiling nervously] Well, everything here seems good! Big load off my mind, aw God. You can speculate all you want, but unless you check it out for yourself, you never know!
[face quickly turns serious]
Ace: We should head back now.
Fulton Greenwall: Don't you think you should investigate?
Ace:
There's no reason to go in there. Ever. I sense it as a holy man.
Fulton Greenwall: But I thought you said...
Ace: It's DARK! I could fall into a precipice!
Ouda: [hands him a torch] Here! Take this
Ace: Spank you, Helpy Helperton.
Ashram Monk: What answer do you seek?
Ace: I need to know what the Wachatis possess that is of great value to civilized man.
Ashram Monk: The medallion will lead you to the answer. You do still have the medallion, don't you?
Ace: Medallion? Why surely! I left it back, er, with my body.
Ashram
Monk: Your aura is weakening...
Ace: OKAY! I threw it in the cave! What do you want from me? What are you, Mr. Perfect? You wanna know where it is? It's probably lying in a big pile of
[coming to a realization, his spirit is transported back to his body]
Ace: Guano! They have Guano!
Ace: [Ouda is translating to the Wachootoo] Did you just refer to me as "White Devil"?
Ouda: This how they know you.
Ace: Leave that part out from now on.
Ace: Cadby, from the consulate, right? This is weird!
Ace: Mmm, this fruit paste is delicious. And the pottery is lovely.
Ouda: It's made from guano.
Ace: Guano! Why's that sounding so familiar?
[Ace starts licking the remains of the fruit paste from the bottom of the bowl]
Fulton Greenwall: Bat droppings.
[Ace drops the bowl, spitting the remains
of the paste and wiping off his tongue]
Fulton Greenwall: Guano is their main raw material, they're using it to made a lot of things in the village.
Ace: Yummie!
Fulton Greenwall: Ace, the Wachutus are a blood-thirsty, savage tribe. If they catch you, they will show no mercy!
Ace: Worry not, my brother. For I will be as a fly on the wall - a grain of salt in the ocean. I will move amongst them like a transparent... *thing*.