"Yeah, listen, I'm sorry about that." He says quickly. He's not sure how much he actually cares at this point. The Luggage could of eaten him, ripped his leg off, and a whole bunch of other things that were awful.
"But how the hell are we going to get out of here? I don't know if I can get enough wind going in here to lift us out."
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"But how the hell are we going to get out of here? I don't know if I can get enough wind going in here to lift us out."